Last night should have been a good night. I was my wearing sneakers and was all set for it. I wanted to walk all the way from our office building to Shaw Blvd-Edsa by myself. You know.. walk in the cold night.. maybe sing a song.. talk to Him.. assess life.. feel sad, happy.. those kinda stuff (hehe. I’m so boring, aren’t I?).

So I set off. Walked. Smiled at (kind-looking) strangers. Drank from my water bottle. And softly sang a song.

I haven’t been walking halfway yet when it started to rain. And considering how it is nowadays, it won’t be long until the rain gets a little hard. Then harder.

True enough, a few seconds later the entire dark sky fell down on me. I had to walk my fastest. (I didn’t wanna run as I’m still recovering from an embarrassing experience of slipping in front of many people). The nearest roofed establishment was not at all near! My shoes and my white t-shirt (yes, it was white) are semi-drenched. And it happened that night, of all nights, when I decided not to bring a sweater!

Waaaah.

So, I went home wet and shivering. So much for a nice night for walking.

Oh well. My disappointment was compensated for immediately after as I sat comfortably and ate in front of the TV at home while talking with someone on the phone. Then later read myself to sleep with a good book.

There’s always a next time. :)

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