Bluer Than Blue

I woke up this morning and felt that something’s missing and not right. I woke up alone in my room. I can’t hear anything but silence. Looks like everybody had gone out-of-town. I went to the kitchen to get myself a cup of coffee, I was a bit surprised hearing the radio turned on. For a moment I thought I’m not alone until I remembered my cousin telling me that they’ll be in Tagaytay this Sunday. They just forgot to turn off the radio.

It’s Sunday and we all know it’s a holy day. So I went to the church just like most of the people do but I was too late for the mass. I just stood infront of the altar and prayed, of course. The place was peaceful, I wanted to stay longer but I had to leave for work. (Yah I know it’s Sunday, and this is will always be the reason why I have to hate my job.) I haven’t eaten my breakfast yet, so I went to Jollibee and ordered 1 pc. chicken joy and iced tea. The meal was good but still not enough to make me happy. Did I really ordered chicken joy? I thought so..

This was the saddest day of my life.. I wonder why they call it a happy birthday.