...On a Sunday

I woke up early today. It was 7 am and I was feeling blue. I don’t know but the emptiness that has been plaguing me for the past days has in a way returned for a visit. I was bothered. I felt like crying.

I tried to brush it off by turning my tunes as loud as my computer can. In a way, I felt better and started to prepare for the day. I took my shower, get dressed, had some toast, and filled some air to my trusty rusty bike’s tire (the rear tire always ran out of air).

I went off at about 10:30 AM and went straight to church. I felt better and the homily has helped me a lot with my situation. Anyway, after the mass, I went to the computer swap meet then to the WaterFront.

Sitting on the edge of the concrete, while facing the bay felt like facing my entire burden. The waters were hitting the wall like telling me to let it all out. I was teary eyed and felt so lonely. I screamed and the cold wind muffled it like a friend that is always ready to listen. I just don’t know. I guess I just miss home, my family and my friends. I am getting so “isolated”.

With that, I just went to whatever random I could think of. I had so much potato wedges and chicken for lunch. Bought some sweaters and decided to watch Iron Man the second time.



5:20 PM when I went out of the theatre and walked to my bike. The walk going to my bike has turned out to be the longest walk of my life (in Oz) as my bike has failed me. The rear tire has finally given in. I walked, pushing it from the city to the nearest petrol station. The bike seems to be heavier as it was technically rolling with no air. At the petrol station, it wasn’t filling as I felt a puncture on one side of the tire. With that, the walk going home was a torture. The bike and the cold wind just made it worse.

7:00 PM and I was home. Exhausted and was very tired to feel blue. I guess having the worse could also be good.