This is my first day on the jeepney going towards south of the city. Baby and I had some battle yet to be won last night so I got myself to work on my own and now I’m going home alone.

A beautiful sunshiny day it is and the clouds are generally scattered compounding only mostly in the western skies. I’m waiting for this jeepney to drive It’s still waiting for some more people from the building where I came from. I got a feeling this is going to be one lazy ride. The winds are gentle but refreshing despite the dust in the air. It’s a Sunday so it’s less the soot and pollution, more of the sun and skies. I took the front seat so I can get a better view of the road ahead and an advantage for solitude -my perfect mate.

The driver glanced at me once in a while and unto my notebook, must be thinking I’m some lunatic crap-assed girl with some diary of nonsense. Maybe, maybe not. My one sided bangs I’ve swept to the right now rests on and scattered all over my left forehead. Amazing how the winds meddled with my antiquated fashion sense. If you look at me now you would put me on top 5 of the worst dressed persons ever.

So the ride went on. We’ve passed two churches and I’ve made the sign of the cross twice, thankful for the new day and the chance to breathe life. The jeepney skidded through the road and stopped at the intersection. I paused to take out my coin for the fare and when I thought I had an idea in mind to write about I started taking out my pen again. When I glanced up I saw a guy in black shirt waving at me, or at the driver I guess, as if saying hello but I didn’t recognize him a bit. Then I heard my stomach grumble to the tune of the engine’s rumble. The insatiable hunger is almost taking over me.