Three for the first of July
- Happy happy birthday to my dear brother Billybert!!!
- Cutover weekend na!!!
- Congrats, Germany!!!
Strange, and stranger things happen (your line, Khalid), but not so strange as to make me despise the circumstances I'm in. Got home a quarter to twelve awhile ago, a dangerous time to be out alone in the streets by Manila standards. But as I've only proven a little over an hour back, Singapore and the Philippines are such worlds apart.
Kiko, Khalid and I were slugging it out over a last-minute issue. It was the first time I felt full responsibility for something work-related in a really really long time, and funny, but at the same time I was feeling thoroughly satisfied with what I was doing and the tons of things I had learned in that window of a few hours.
Dahil nage-gets ko na ang ginagawa ko. Oh. My. Gawd.
Anyway, I just knew somehow I'd make it back to the hotel safe and sound the moment I stepped out of dark, deserted Novena Square. The chatty Indian guard stationed for the night (apparently a Manila-based El Shaddai follower as he so revealed) directed me to the main road to hail a cab. I took his kindness and religious affiliation as a sign that God would give me a ride home soon. True enough, fifteen minutes later (and me on the verge of desperation), a kind cab driver made a U-turn just for me.
Hay... Praise the Lord!