rechannelling

i never learn. i still leave the house a little too late for work. today was no different. i held on to my babbles as manong driver swept the city of all the passengers that he saw along  the street. i got off somewhere the supermarket and hailed a cab. to my great luck, all the cabs were occupied. i cursed while i walked to the next block. i waved to every taxi that i saw. of all days! why were all the cabs full of people who don't even seem to be in a hurry?! i walked for another 300 meters to the mall where the taxis were waiting. when i got in the cab, i was so overwhelmed with frustration that i cried. i must have scared manong driver for he pushed too hard on the gas and sped off to mapa st. 

i still came in late for work. the chagrin that i felt engulfed me that i felt restless in my cube. after my class, i took an hour break and walked to the city hall. i walked straight up to where the elevator is. there was a sign on the wall which says, "take the stairs. walking is good for your health." i didn't have any second thoughts. i walked straight up to the 7th floor and was led into the rooftop by an accommodating manong. 

i was short of breath when i reached the rooftop that i forgot all about my let down.  the view was breathtaking as well. i had  a close encounter with the "lin-ay of iloilo" that i only see from afar. the wind blew all the bad feelings away. i closed my eyes and welcomed the burning 3pm heat of the sun. i ran from one corner to another, my eyes feasted on the view of the city and the nearby guimaras island. 

i felt so much better. i stayed there for another 15 minutes and got intoxicated with all the wonderful feeling that came through me. happinness to the nth level.

now i know what to do and where to go when i'm fidgety.