SPACE TIME WARP, NGAYON DIN!

"Hay sa wakas, OUT na rin!", Mutya said.
We were the only Team Bryann left inside the office. It was Sunday and it was 9:00 in the morning and I can feel- we both feel, that we yearn for the hugs of our pillows and kisses of our sheets.

I lit a cigarette.
"How I hate going home at this hour." I said. "after 12 hours of battling with stupid customers on the phone, blah."
"Totoo yan, 'teh." Mutya said.

We parted ways in Ortigas and waved goodbye. "See you on Thursday!"

As I walked the busy streets of the city to catch a bus, I can't help but be nostalgic once again.
The streets of Ortigas, full of memories.

 "Oh, Malanday-malanday-malanday-malanday-malanday-malanday-malanday UE Letre, CUBAO!!!"

"Ang ingay naman nitong konduktor na 'toh," I thought. It was my rest day at panira talaga yung sigaw ni manong sa nostalgia moments ko.
As I sat on the bus, and stared on the people that are brushing past each other, I felt numb. Suddenly, the people disappeared out of my sight. 

SPACE TIME WARP. NGAYON DIN!!

* 11:00 PM. SAME PLACE.*

I saw myself, sitting on the curb. In skimpy shorts and heavy make up.
 I barely knew myself. "Was that me?"
Mascara running down my face. My hair was a cheap red.
I saw a guy smoking a cigarette. I can't hear what he was saying but it made my old self cry like a baby.
He looked so mad at me. "WHO is this guy?
I saw his hands throw out in the air like he's explaining something.
Out of nowhere, my old self shouted at him. I heard the muffled sound from outside the bus. It was as if I was there at that moment! I didn't understand what my old self told the guy, and I don't know why they were upset with each other.
HE SLAPPED MY OLD SELF.
I was shocked at that moment. I saw my old self crumble to pieces, and stumbled on the pedestrian lane. My old self covered his face. Thus, making more dirt scatter on his face because of his Mascara.
The guy put both of his hands onto his head as if he's having a migraine. He kicked his car and I heard the muffled sound from his car alarm, going through the windows.

The guy looked at me from outside.

 I was horrified. Is this real? Why is he staring at me? My imagination...was looking at me!

"San kayo bababa, Sir?"

I turned away form the window and checked who touched my shoulder.

"San kayo bababa?"

"Ah, Galleria... AY! Sorry, S-SM N-north po."

The conductor gave me a ticket, and as I gazed back to look outside the window, the guy and my old self, was gone. It was morning again.

"What the fuck?" I thought.