One sleepless night and a pair of stilettos
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. I learned that way back in high school but I never really appreciated it until the other night. Now I know that if I drink 3 beers, I’ll be up by 3 am and I won’t be able to get back to sleep at all. Just great. So there I was, wide-awake in the wee hours of the morning, trying desperately to get back to sleep. And being the insomniac that I am, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. So I gave up trying. Bad idea. That must have been the longest day of my life. I wasn’t even halfway through my first class before my eyelids started drooping. And I had three more classes to go after that, and a meeting during my lunch period.So my head was in the fog all day. But that wasn’t it. Being the silly, vanity-driven female that I am, I chose to wear high-heeled sandals to school, because we had to dress up for our report. I got through the first two periods without a hitch, but after lunch, I had to walk to the CAL building for my next class. There it was, the road from BA to CAL, stretched out in front of me mocking me and my choice of footwear. But I had no choice, so I started on my way. I did get there eventually, by putting one foot after another, ignoring the stabbing pain in my feet. After my last two classes (thank God they were in the same building) I had to walk once again to the jeepney stop, and when I got down from the jeepney, I had to walk to the tricycle stop. Relatively short distances, but that day I could have sworn they doubled. My agony didn’t stop there. The fates decided to give me one last kick in the butt. I had to ride on the tiny seat inside the tricycle that doesn’t even qualify as a proper seat because it only supports half of your butt and you have to find something to hold on to, to keep from getting pitched headfirst onto the pavement. I thought to myself, I might as well get in, since I was going to be home in a matter of minutes anyway. Wrong again. The tricycle driver suddenly, decided to take the long route. In the eight years I have been commuting, no tricycle I have ridden has ever passed through that route. Why that day? It was no mere coincidence. The fates conspired to teach me a lesson. And probably to get in a good laugh as well.
posted by Chrissy @ 1:25 AM
3 Comments:
That will teach you to bring nalang your stilettos instead of wearing them the whole day haha.
Speaking of stilettos, il try to look for a blogskin na may stilettos para sau.
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hahahaha...gawd chris! why did you walk from ba to cal. didnt you learn anything from me??? oh and btw, i wore heels last tuesday, thinking i could pull it off..come night time, there was a family settling in my talampakan. meet THE KALYOS.
whahaha... i cudn't possibly take a cab from BA to CAL..:P or cud i?
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