... is for strangers to keep off my three feet radius of personal space. Especially in the morning. I. Don't. Want. You. Near.
... is for the driver, whose jeepney I rode going to work today, to crash into something. He doesn't deserve his license.
... is for someone to explain why Murphy's Law affects me more than anyone else.
... is for me to find out why I am restless for the past few days.
I had a dream the other day: my sister, nephew and I were going up the stairs of the second floor. All of a sudden I fell backwards, as if someone pushed me by the chest. I woke up with a start. Damn.