Commute Series

Today, my life changed. Officially. For the first time in about four months, I took a public transport to work. And I wont be taking one only for this day. No. I will be taking countless jeep rides until my motorbike is strong enough to face the horrible traffic again.

I feel sorry for Bobby. I really do. I could feel his pain.

My dad said he needs at least a week to recuperate. He had quite a nasty fall.

As for me, everything is getting worse. I can’t seem to move my legs and my kneecaps feel like they’re going to fall off anytime soon. Which is why I’m preparing extra lengths of duct tape in my bag.