It was Friday four days ago.

It all started on the eve of Thursday.  I decided to sleep when I still had a plate to start and must be finished on the following day. I was searching for the structure analysis of Pashupati Nath Temple in Kathmandu, Nepal  when I felt my eyes getting heavy so I thought that I’ll just sleep it off and wake up at 2am the next day. I woke up at exactly 2 am but thought that I could do it in 4 hours time anyway so I put my alarm on at 4am and went back to sleep. Gladly I woke up at the said time and that’s when it came to me that I only had 4 hours to finish the damned plate and found myself rushing the whole thing. I was colouring it with pencils and watercolour, but that wasn’t enough. I finally gave up since I knew that I was not going to finish it anyway so I left the other portions only inked.

It was already 8.30 am and the submission is in 1.5 hours, my travel from home to school is 1 hour and I still haven’t had neither breakfast nor brunch and showered even. 

On my way to school, I was in a jeepney bound for Quiapo. That jeepney collided with a motorbike so the driver asked us to transfer to other jeepneys. While riding in the second jeepney, along Blumentritt a motorbike smashed the vehicle I was in and two old men inside were arguing about the accident. On the climax of their argument, it was not the accident they were discussing anymore, it was the government. Old men...

- In school, nothing improbable happened so I'm not discussing it here. -

After school at 6pm, I was fastly walking to Morayta to catch an FX/jeepney to get home but unfortunately it was already 7pm and Im still not in one so I walked up further to Morayta and took a jeepney bound for Philcoa instead of Proj.8 and got off at Roces/Pantranco area. From there I walked up the footbridge to get to the other side of Quezon Ave. hoping to catch a jeepney routed Proj.8 and all of them were still full at that point so I took the Munoz route instead and from Munoz I took another jeepney bound for Proj.8 and the rest is history.