Been riding Victory Liner for countless times now, but whenever we get to the grill stop, I just sit on my chair and enjoy the boredom for about twenty minutes. It is not that I do not want to leave my chair for the fear that someone might steal it away from me, (because the truth is that I really really really do want to get off the bus and experience what other travelers feel when they get off for a hotdog on stick, a cup noodle, a barbecue, or for a stick of cigar) but it's as if I cannot defy gravity.
But tonight..
I finally decided to apply a "strikethrough" on my bucket list number 117. I really wanted to pee, but gravity's playing its trick again. It was telling me that I could still take it. "But it's 25 more minutes," I told myself. So? There..
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| Taken last week. Forgot to take a picture a while back. Too bad. |
It felt great. My footsteps were echoing, or so I thought. The cold breeze kissed my cheek and the silence filled my longing ears. It was not Boston. I just got off a bus to go to the restroom, but it was a great experience. Why? Come on. It was on my list, remember? :')
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| PS: I always get to sit at seats 9 and 10 :D |
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