The past few days have been a hullaballoo. My father was in the hospital due to a kidney problem (or so, that was the diagnosis) but he was confined because his fever won't tire out. I was there practically the whole weekend. I never liked hospitals (who does?). I hate everything that it stands for. If I could get away from it, I would. I even hate doctors and going to them. It sounds foolish but I have been like this since forever.
So anyway, when you're inside the hospital, you're bound NOT to sleep. I was with my mother and often times, I would leave the hospital for coffeebreaks. The last 2 days, I have practically sort out and tried every coffeeshop I could find around the area. Drank every last drop of what they could offer me. Just to stay awake for the rest of the night.
Around 10pm, I was still scouting for my third cup.
I didn't bring any book when I was there so I went to the nearest BookSale shop and found this book by Rachel DeWoskin, Foreign Babes in Beijing: Behind the Scenes of a New China. An interesting read for a price of 40 pesos (less than $1). I've finished a third of the book before I headed to the bus station at around 3am.
Going to South Expressway, the bus got busted and all passengers were stranded at the side of the rode at 4:15 am. The next bus comes around every 15-20 minutes. What's up with that? Most of the passengers were men so there was a slight chance that I could fight my way in for the next bus that would come along. Or so I thought.
When the next bus came, I was really gunning for it. The coffee I drank made me all awake and all-ready to fight. After the running and the struggling, me and my backbacp made our way in. I was in Quezon City around 5:15 am.