I'm the new queen of Commonwealth avenue

This day started really wrong. I woke up feeling very unmotivated to go to school. It's really funny since there's only three days left for the summer term. Now isn't the perfect time to lose my drive. Anyhooo, I forced myself to get dressed for school despite the threat of the transport strike. Mom and dad drove me to school.

In the afternoon, we weren't able to report for the art studies class but it didn't really matter. I had fun catching up with my classmates. My mom told me to take public transpo on my way home since our car isn't in its best condition. I trooped to Philcoa waiting for a cab or fx to come my way. After a lot of cursing and praying, I got on a cab. GUESS WHAT?!?!?!

We got stuck near Commonwealth market for almost an hour and a half. It was super traffic because of the sudden rain. All five lanes of Commonwealth avenue were stuck as it is. Other vehicles started to counterflow the other side of Commonwealth. The driver suggested I move to a bus since it'd be such a waste to sit in the cab and let the meter tick all night. I bid the nice driver goodbye and 'ingat' and knocked on the nearest aircon bus on the counterflow side of the road. I sat on the floor beside the driver and rested my head on my hand. The driver even asked me 'okay ka lang ma'am?' I answered him nicely 'Ok lang po, pinalipat ako ng taxi kasi sayang daw pera ko.' Not exactly the words I used but that was my point. At 8 pm, I moved only a few meters from where I hopped on the bus. I was able to sit on the real seats and later on, people started to leave the bus and walk to their destinations. Wanting to go home badly and not seeing any hope in this rut, I decided to leave the bus and walked to the Jollibee which was just across the road. I ate dinner super fast so I could just fill my tummy and decide what to do next.

I found myself buying a pair of 20 peso yellow slippers from the store beside Jollibee. I wrapped my Lacoste flats and began walking towards home. All the mud, rainwater and icky stuff you could imagine, yes. They were all in my presence. I was walking against traffic, mumbling curses in between Oh-my-God's, silently motivating myself while trying to avoid getting run by the jeepneys and trucks. I was busy balancing myself while walking in the slippery and muddy streets. I walked with some people. A little farther, I was alone. But I could see the marker of our village. Along with the smell of the garbage trucks, burnt rubber wheels, and combusted fossil fuel, I was speeding to our village and hopped onto the tricycle.

I walked to the garage and laughed. 'What an adventure', I told myself, 'It's not everyday that you walk along commonwealth avenue on the opposite side of the street.' So I entered the front door in my grandest self ever saying 'Eto na ang bagong reyna ng Commonwealth'. My mama asked me 'teh, nilakad mo?' I found myself crying in the middle of the sala saying 'Opo, nilakad *sob* ko *sob*. I threw my bag on the couch and said 'AYOKO NA MAG SCHOOL BUKAS!' And I walked to the bathroom and took a bath.

After I changed, I walked to my pc laughing at my brother. He said 'bakit?' I just said, 'wala, natatawa ako sa sarili ko.' And he joined me in laughing.

Now I really hate it when I think about it. I hated the rain even back in high school. I hate they way it wets my jeans, muds my shoes and hassles all my walking. I hate it when it causes traffic.

Ultimately, I hate it when it makes me cry.