Epic trip home.
Not the usual way of going home (usual is sleeping, or drifting home to dreamland retarded enough to wonder how I got into that jeepney in the first place). After I missed my one and only class of the day, and going by the photocopying people in SC and in the Main Library, going home early is easy. I took a jeep, almost empty, and when we arrived in Balara, an old man left his passport on the seat. A random passenger found it and was able to give it back.
The man, stunned, went back inside the jeep and looked for his wallet (apparently the wallet and passport are together). At the same time, another man was screaming at the driver of that same jeepney, complaining at how he almost got run him over.
Argh. Too much drama. I was tempted to go down and ride another jeep, but I realized I already paid.
Going home means I need to take two jeepney rides to Antipolo. But I have to go by to Marikina to check on my dress to wear to Bart and Louie's wedding. I was waiting for a Marikina-bound jeepney when a woman approached me, near-tears, asking me for at least P45 to get home. Her wallet got stolen, and she already went to the police (which was ironically just the other side of the road) and said that they couldn't do anything.
There goes the peace-keeping system.
I gave her P35, because any more than P40 I will have to walk home, and that is not an option.
When I arrived in Marikina, the dress wasn't even started yet because of the work load Ate Belen was having at the moment.
The man, stunned, went back inside the jeep and looked for his wallet (apparently the wallet and passport are together). At the same time, another man was screaming at the driver of that same jeepney, complaining at how he almost got run him over.
Argh. Too much drama. I was tempted to go down and ride another jeep, but I realized I already paid.
Going home means I need to take two jeepney rides to Antipolo. But I have to go by to Marikina to check on my dress to wear to Bart and Louie's wedding. I was waiting for a Marikina-bound jeepney when a woman approached me, near-tears, asking me for at least P45 to get home. Her wallet got stolen, and she already went to the police (which was ironically just the other side of the road) and said that they couldn't do anything.
There goes the peace-keeping system.
I gave her P35, because any more than P40 I will have to walk home, and that is not an option.
When I arrived in Marikina, the dress wasn't even started yet because of the work load Ate Belen was having at the moment.