what i'm thankful for

today, i'm thankful to the taxi driver who was able to get me from ermita to ayala avenue, makati, in less than 30 minutes. this was a fairly difficult feat to accomplish given the exacerbated traffic that comes with the christmas season and the proliferation of traffic lights in the city but the driver managed it nonetheless. i had been running errands in ermita in the morning and he must have taken pity on me as i withered in the backseat of the cab, dreading the disciplinary action that comes with tardiness to work.

of course, i was praying the entire time, too, because i always feel like my neck is on the line every time. so i guess we can also chalk it up to those things that i term "the Cory miracles". hehehe.

and i will perform an act of niceness today as a way of saying "thank you" and as a way to multiply "small" miracles.

peace to you all. bye!

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