The Chronicles of Chrisangelo's not so "Good" Friday.

12:00 pm, Mama: Hoy Christian bumangon ka na dyan, Kahapon ka pa tulog ng tulog! Uutasan din sana kita ngayon dalhin mo tong mga papeles kila mommy* (*My grandmother, I called her mommy ever since I was a child)

Me: Ok ok, Sandali lang. Magaayos lang ako.

So after taking my lunch and fixing myself I got my day going. I was asked by my mother to bring some papers to my grandmother who lives somewhere in tandang sora. She gave me 50 pesos as my transportation allowance but I decided to use my bike because I think I need to get my ass working somehow cause I've been sleeping for 29 fucking hours! besides I could use that 50 pesos to buy myself some tokneneng at Mang Jun's hardware. Yes, Hardware.

On my way to my grandmother's house (That's two jeepneys away from our house) I was still tentative on the way I was cruising. I mean, the last time I had a major bicycle expidition I almost got hit by a ravaging bus then in no time I saw myself crushing right into a parked revo. Good thing nobody saw me. Yay.

But this time no accidents was involved. Thank God. Everything went right until my stomach started bothering me on my way home. And you know what's the worst part of it? I got stuck, Stuck into a 'prosisyon'.

Oh No! This one's going to be long long wait for me. Galing ng timing nyo, Grabe! I whispered to myself. And guess what? they're going to the very same way Im planning to go to. So that's It. Looks like Im going to have to tail them until thy kingdom come Ughhhghhh. Im beginning to play evil thoughts inside my head, I was thinking what If I'd try to pedal full speed ahead? Maybe that would stop em'. Because goddamit, My stomach is killing me.

But no, again goodness prevailed in my heart. I'll just have to maka detour. A longer way home but maybe faster because there would be no 'prosisyon' blocking my way. So there, Instead of turning left in Visayas avenue, I went straight. The Tandang sora road seems Vehicle-less so that's the best way for me to step on my pedals as fast as I can. Alright! I said, Well things are not so bad after all until... I saw some liquid flying above me... FUCK NO!!! Good thing it didnt hit my whole body, but my shorts are damn wet. Then I can hear this Ale screaming "SORRY SORRY! DI SADYA" What the fuck?!? But I really didnt have the time to argue and complain because my rectal nerves are really really getting impatient. So Im halfway there. I've finally reached the Mindanao Avenue-Congressional Intersection. But before I'd start celebrating, I can feel my wheels getting a bit heavier. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo My FUCKING wheels are FUCKING FLAT! Both of them! Shit. I ended up walking from Mindanao-Congressional to my house. (My house is located in roosevelt avenue so, Guys living in QC knows how long I walked).

Man, The moment I saw my house It was like, Heaven! Right now, Im still effing tired I think I need to sleep for 29 hours again.