Kopi nalang dear

It was 4 am, I was snuggling my pillow and salivating out of sleeping with my mouth wide open, as Cueshe began singing in my phone to wake me up in time for my early morning class. I don’t know, I am not a techy person and I do not know how many cellphones are capable of it, but I am amazed that my phone can have cueshe singing as my wake-up call, ignorant fool.

But like a disgraced audience, I shut cueshe off. Next thing I know I was already sleeping for an hour since they sang and I was already running late. My years in CAT paid off as I managed to take a bath, get dressed and have a light breakfast in a record of 30 minutes. It felt Flash resurrecting in me as I carried my feet towards the terminal. I rode a trike with great hope that somehow Id make it in time for my class, but when I got into the terminal, lo and behold, the queue of rushing people filled a fourth of the basketball court. Good heavens dropped on green earth.

Almost an hour, 37 minutes to be exact. That was the amount of time I waited in that long line for my fx to come. Errr it was not supposed to be called fx as a former friend had said. It should be called “shuttle.” Makes sense, I did not care that much, I was running late! Good lord walking on green earth!

By the time I got myself a “shuttle,” it was already 40 minutes before my class. Still, the ever never say die man that I am, I believed that I could. But not until I saw the traffic along edsa, which stretched from kamuning up to cubao.

Ah, talk about spirits.

So there, I decided not to attend the class since I was already 30 minutes late. I decided to go to my bank instead and deposit a measly amount of money. 700 are not that big, but that was the first time I would transact with my bank since the day I almost drained it. My first semester in beda law school would cost me 28000 pesos. I’ve got a thousand and three hundreds left in my bank account. So I thought that after my transaction I would only need 26000 thousand more. Gees, such a Herculean task.

So there I was, standing on the central terminal of the lrt 1, waiting for my train to come. Incase you are confused; the lrt 1 is the primordial train, the one who’s 2 and a half decade old. And imagine the hassles I had to undergo in that 20 minute train ride from sm manila to vito cruz. “Gee, you smell terrific,” great, so much of grooming up to look and smell presentable to the public.

When I alit the train a great idea came into me. Why no take a cab on my way back to beda and skip the rolling sauna that mixes the fragrance of my kenzo and someone else’s rl with the armpit juice of somebody. All I had to do was to remember that instead of depositing 700, Id deposit 600 and leave the hundred bucks for my cab fare. But when God almighty showered stupidity this morning I was wide awake and was catching my first class. I was overwhelmed by the idea that ill be saving for my law school that I deposited the entire 700! Great, all was left in me was enough to hail a “shuttle” on my way home and to salvage myself a decent meal when my stomach grumbles. Did I have any choice! None of course! I rode the darn train on my way back.

Talk about eating stress for breakfast. I’m not confident with my sentence construction. The hell with this day? Shimmering son of milfishes!