Today was one of those days that swallowed me whole before I even had the chance to blink. I didn’t take pictures—not because I forgot, but because life didn’t give me even a single quiet second to lift my phone. From the moment morning arrived, I was already drowning in responsibilities.
We had both laboratory and written exams, the kind that make your brain feel like an overworked CPU about to overheat. I shifted from one task to another—schoolwork, reviews, and then office duties piled on top of everything else. It felt like every corner I turned, another “Paki-pass na po ito” or “Pakicomplete mo nga ‘to” was waiting for me. I barely noticed the sun moving across the sky.
By the time evening came, I was exhausted in ways even my bones could feel.
And then came the bus ride home.
The bus was washed in this calming blue light—the kind that makes the world look softer than it really is. I remember taking my seat, staring at the patterned cover in front of me, the dangling stuffed toy near the windshield, the small lights outside flickering like faraway stars. I told myself I would stay awake. Just rest my eyes for five seconds. Just five.
And then—boom.
I opened my eyes and found myself nearly five meters away from the terminal.
I swear my soul left my body for a second.
I shot up from my seat like someone unplugged my charger mid-night. I scrambled out of the bus, half-awake, half-panicking, 100% disoriented. The moment my feet touched the pavement, regret slapped me across the face—hard.
Because the real plot twist?
I went home, touched my modules…
and instantly fell asleep again.
When I woke up, the world was dark, quiet, and incredibly rude. I checked the time.
2… maybe 3 AM.
I stared at my modules, flipped open the pages, and nearly burst into laughter and tears at the same time.
“GIRL… I HAVE FORTY PAGES TO GO.”
Forty. F-O-R-T-Y.
And dawn was already peeking at me like, “Good luck babe.”
It was the kind of moment where you question all your life choices, past and future.
Yet strangely, sitting there under dim light at 3 AM, with the echoes of my chaotic day still buzzing in my head, I felt something else too—a weird mix of resilience, humor, and sheer determination. Like yes, I messed up. Yes, I fell asleep everywhere like a malfunctioning NPC. Yes, I still have 40 pages. But I’m still here. Still breathing. Still fighting.
Today was heavy, unplanned, ridiculous, and exhausting…
but it was undeniably mine.
And somehow, that makes even the chaos a little beautiful.
