again and again

Today I took two trains and walked three blocks in the morning to be told that 1) I was late, 2) what I had brought was wrong and 3) as a result, I wouldn’t be able to accomplish what I had set out to do. It was pretty terrible. After waking up late and then realizing I had miscalculated how long it would take the trains to get me to my stations, I hoped that the universe would cooperate with me. I walked/ran three blocks, and although I got there 15 minutes late, they still saw me, but as it would be the things I had brought were wrong. So I walked back three blocks, took the two trains back and walked some more. I’m lucky it didn’t rain.

I would be lying if I said I was all good now; I’m feeling better than earlier, but still feeling the strain. And while I’m sure/reassuring myself that some sort of good will come out of this, I am still dead tired and frustrated. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if I’m just making my own life harder for myself.

wind tunnel

I walked from Ayala Station to Valero today, in Makati. Felt great, even though the distance was like, three blocks. I enjoy walks like that. Ayala Ave is an amazing wind tunnel. Friendly wind. Possibly the reason why I enjoyed my walk so much. Super tired now though. Thigh burn. Saw Eunice’s place. Didn’t have her number. Took the MRT to get to Makati. Why are trains and rail transits so nostalgic-like? Probably shouldn’t ride in the late afternoon til evening; the light is too nice. Saw a woman wearing a ring that looked like a denture: the ring was gum pink and the jewel was a tooth. Weirdest. Got pushed off the train on my way to Makati at Shaw Blvd. It was a bit funny. I needed the fresh air anyway. The next train was less crowded, luckily. Met up with Pepito after. Tired and worried. But good times. Pesto and chicken fingers. Money money. Hyper despite cannot potato. Typhoon again. Again. Again. We’ll meet tomorrow.