Yesterday was good news

then why should today be any different?

First up, had my over-delayed braces taken off yesterday and I feel like a new man. Although I realized I'm a quite toothy person, much like Willy Wonka, it's liberation to smile without metal brackets that make even smirking a pain.
I was also able to finish a couple of designs in the morning and I finally got to spill the beans to a friend after a long week. I went home to a hearty dinner with my family for Mom's birthday, go pistachio cake and good wine my Dad almost drowned me with. Two new puppies - christened Mocha and Oreo - also arrived in their new home. They stink, but they're awful cute. We ended the evening with The Dark Knight I've been dying to watch for centuries. Before I went to sleep, I received a text message from my research partner and informed me our paper got accepted as finalist in a congress this February.

All's well that ends well.

I'm now home from Katipunan. I had to return to the Center several times early this evening especially after my wallet and pencil case (with my new makeup and possibly jewelery in it) got nicked. Here's my Dad's wrath because of the money lost. Earlier that day, I forgot to eat lunch 'cause all I had in mind was to get to the Center to chill and read today's news. After, I slept through half my science class, missing bulk of the lecture. I left my cellphone at home too, while I've been waiting for important messages for job interviews since yesterday. After checking it now, only one has replied, and it wasn't even for me.

But my friend says omnia in bonum - everything for the good. And so it is.

I met several people along the way today - strangers, the kind I'd never befriend and normally wouldn't trust. After my stuff got snatched and I didn't have a single cent, I walked into a humble cafeteria and asked the owner if I could use the phone. I told him I couldn't pay but it wouldn't take long. I called mother, but I knew I had to ride back to Bellecroft or to the Center to save my neck somehow. I didn't have money for a trike ride, of course, and so the owner offered some money. I refused though, that's pride I admit, and cheerfully told him I'd ask someone from my dorm to lend me some once I get off.

In the end I still had to go home. It's the main priority on a Friday, you see, especially now that I had to make it up to my parents. I slept in the jeepney the entire journey from Quezon City to Antipolo, and I looked all washed-out and grim I bet. The driver's assistant, a middle-aged man with three daughters as I learned, took pity on me and offered to assist me to the trike station three blocks away. I had bulky luggage so he helped me with those too. I told him my story and he offered fare for my last ride home. I readily refused again.

Wow, I thought. People are kind, and the kindest of them all happen to be the most unlikely. Despite Gaza, despite the Alabang Boys, despite thieves targeting broke and unemployed college students, despite Communist professors. There's hope. There's good news. #

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photo from forgotston.com