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-An Eventful Start of the Week

The incident on Tuesday midnight caught me off guard (but good thing I had Radz and Pau with me), and it was probably one of the loneliest nights of my life. You couldn’t feel more alone with a flat tire in the middle of nowhere (ok, Coastal is not nowhere but you get my drift). I was half on the verge of tears and half laughing my ass off with what happened. I was on the way home from a 13-hour stint at work and I got a fucking flat tire at past 1 in the morning. I was calling Momcee but to no avail, and I was a little shy to get help from my uncle who was at work then. So, I tried to remember vaguely how my highschool friends changed my tire a year ago in Cavite when we got flat too. With common sense, we finally managed to change the goddamn tire, and got home at half past three in the morning.

Then on Tuesday afternoon, I had to drive to work after dropping Sarah off to the clinic. After a senseless story about the unemployment rate, I ate four pieces of pan de sal and reno spread and drank three bottles of mineral water just so I can have more energy to drive home. Merely two hours after I arrive at CBCP, Sarah phoned and said she’s already finished so I drove back to the clinic to pick her up. When we were in Macapagal Blvd. already, the rain poured like crazy. Absolute zero visibility. We were stuck in traffic for about an hour. Luckily, Jino was here when I got back home. He was an instant stress-reliever. I couldn’t remember the last time I was that tired and someone made me smile simply because of how cute he looks sleeping. I’m going super duper crazy with the kid.

Today, I spent the entire morning squearming in bed. My tummyache is killing me, and I’ve only got two lousy stories to submit because it’s a slow news day. Yet again, something happened. Or at least, something happened at 3 in the morning that we only got to know from our neighbor. Apparently, two men trespassed at midnight and were talking about how to get inside the house. Yep, flashback to that time when someone clamped a hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming. I don’t know how we’re going to sleep soundly tonight when someone is planning to do… whatever. There are several instances in the past, by the way, where a group of men were seen roaming around the houses here, etc. etc. Probably trying to decipher what house is the easiest to get inside. Well, Momcee just had five bolts installed on our back door so goodluck trying to get your way inside. My only concern is that Tita Racquel and Yeye have to go out at 2 am everyday for Yeye’s work. I’m having a headache just thinking about it.

On top of it all, I’m getting tired of everything lately…