For a Tuesday I am quite relaxed today. This isn’t the usual Tuesdays that I had for the past years. Usually today, I cram for the mockups, the submissions or presentation that I have to provide after lunch for the usual iTuesday meeting with our client. But with a great move by my boss, Myles, he was able to persuade of moving back the weekly meeting to it’s original day – Wednesday. Today, I have a whole day to finish what is to be presented tomorrow morning. At least I get to organize my mind and work out the “list” for 2 days rather than just 1 ½. Well, mostly it’s just 1 day, the half I don’t consider it as a time to work mockups. Rushing things is greatly prone to error. I’m not making it up, ikt’s based from experience.
Anyway… what did I miss out noting yesterday? Hmmm…
Ah! Commuting experience prevailed again. Monday morning was a usual drag. I have to get up really early so not to have a hard time chasing a bus ride to Manila. Lately I have to make sure that I am at least with my Nanay in the province on weekends. Well, at least a full Sunday and go to church with her (eaerly Sunday morning, take note). I know she kind of felt alone with her senior age. Before I used to go back to my place (it’s just rented) in QC by Sunday night to avolid the rush and traffic on Mondays. I’ve experienced hell on Monday. Bloody commuting hell where you have to stand up, hold on to something while being cramped, carrying a heavy knapsack with my life there (my Powerbook, I mean) for an hour or so, depends on traffic while the bus rans for more than 120 km/hr. But I guess because of love, I have to do the “running” on Mondays again. But this time, I have to be on the bus BEFORE 6:00 AM.
Ok, so much for the introduction.
So this entry is about my Monday experience. Well, it’s NOT the usual Monday actually. I was almost late going to work. Not the usual me. Since I left home at around 5:30 AM, I reached my place by a few minutes passed 6. I thought of grabbing an hour of sleep again. So much for my loud alarm in my mobile phone, I woke up by 8:45 AM. Obviously, I turned it off unconsciously. ARGH. Cram-cram.
I commute. As much as possible. Commute I mean, not just having no car to drive (well, basically I have no passion of learning how to drive). When I say commute, I really mean commuting hardcore: riding the jeepney, FX, tricycles, pedicabs and the like. Plus walking and crossing the streets, playing tags with speedy cars and trucks. Yup. The works. I don’t consider taking a cab commuting. Somehow, it’s luxurious plus if take a cab, aside from it’s expensive for me, for safety reasons I usually call them in. Meaning we have certain “suki” cab drivers or usually a cab company that you call and they’ll send a cab to pick you up wherever you are. Of course, for an extra fee.
Well, I think I made it to my work a few minutes late. My fault. But the unusual part there was the commuting experience:
1) The jeep that I rode was quite fast and didn’t mind that almost the whole stretch of the travel, I was the only one riding it. He didn’t stop quite often to pick up passengers unless being hailed. That was different from the usual expected gestures of jeepney drivers who stops at anyone on the sidewalk thinking they are waiting for their ride.
2) My FX ride: On that last route for work more often than not, they are hundreds of jeeps but I swore I’ll never ride those jeeps again. Their drivers don’t drive, they fly!!! First time I rode them my heart seemed to fall on my stomach. I won’t risk my life for such speed. I’d rather be late but made it to work whole and alive. So, I’ll always take the FX for an extra couple of peso on fare. I always pray that the FX won’t be cramped or at least decently clean and well, have working air conditioner. Lucky me, it isn’t cramped, aircon working and well the best part, I have the person beside me smelling and looking good…
He’s not really that handsome actor type, but he seemed working out. And with just a white graphic shirt on, jeans, cream overworn Chucks and truckers cap partly covering his face… well… what else can I “complain”. I swear, he smells good. Like he just got out of the shower smelling good with a few dash of men’s cologne…
I wanted to wrap my arms around his left arm that was stretched to his left thigh and lean my head on his left shoulder… Ooops… too much detail being shared there…
If all my commuting experience was such a hit, my goodness! I guess I’d be inspired all day.
So, I guess this week won’t be bad after all. I hope. Well, I say it started right. Quite right and inspiring