The bad morning.

Damn. I am with this man in the bus a while ago. He looks decent enough - typical Makati person. I tried to sleep and realized that there was this smell. Something smells fishy - literally. Then when I pried my eyes open, I saw his gargantuan mouth open - He exhaled fumes of disasterous waste materials. Goddamn, I can't seem to hide my expressions - my face contorted to a fashion, that will make you realize that I am not at all pleased on what I am smelling.

Never in my life have I inhaled gases like that. My deadly carbon monoxide is no match for his breath's wrath. I grabbed my chair, I thought the ozone layer will collapse on us. If I was the inventor of the toothbrush, I would be sad for my invention has failed. Too bad he noticed my face's contortion. He felt ashamed and he never did look at me again.

The person from the other side of the bus looked our way and asked where Don Bosco is. I was the one who he was talking to but my seatmate, keen to answer, look to him and answered his question. God, everything felt slow-mo. He opened his mouth and answered. I am about to duck for cover but I as too late. I tried to cut off my bodily functions so I will not be able to inhale air. But again, I was too late. I smelled it again. The vicious gas he exhaled. It smelled like burned rubber and asphalt. I saw my childhood pass before my eyes. I saw a white exit in a black tunnel. I saw my grandparents. I thought I would die. But I did not.

I immediately changed seats. Never will I be ever the same again. My life is changed. I have been through the worst, and I am glad that I have survived it.