It was one of those days when everything seemed determined to go wrong. I woke up late; while putting on liquid eyeliner my hand slipped and i got a zebra line running up to my eyebrow (and this after I've put on eyeshadow); the bus I was riding to get to work was tailing an asshole of a bus that stopped quite lengthily in the middle of Edsa (to drop off a bunch of passengers), stopping diagonally, taking up two lanes (God typing that phrase made me really, really angry); I forgot my mp3 player at home and had to listen to "Sana Ay Ikaw Na Nga" in the bus (and I emoted, which made a good song a bad thing); and last but not the least aggravating, I got late for work because of the office building's elevators, which were probably programmed by a piece of shit. By the time I got to my desk I was just ready to die. Time check, 10am.
I tried to finish all my pending work, because next week I want to attend a 2-day seminar, and I havent even finished a third of what needs to be done. I edited from 10:30 to 12:45, went to lunch, came back at 2, and lost my work by 4, when MS Word crashed. I decided to stay at work until 8:30, to redo everything. My work is unfinished.
On the bus home I caught myself grinding my teeth so I decided to go to Friuli to make myself feel better. I ordered a three-cheese pizza, that emerged as everything I love: earthy, salty, gooey and soft. Problem was, a really really loud group of three were at a table beside mine, laughing really really loud. If I could, I would beseech Satan to reserve a circle of hell for people who don't even try to not be loud in crowded spaces. (On a sidenote, if such a circle exists, it's probably full of Filipinos. We're a noisy bunch.)
The loud group was laughing because apparently, a loud girl among them went to a sleepover, to find that she was the only girl attending. Now it seems that I really really needed my peace and quiet, because at the moment I didn't care if the sleepover turned into a full-blown orgy and loud girl would be willing to share the sleepover address for future reference. I started daydreaming of myself leaning over to their table and yelling, "SHUT YOUR FACECUNT." And then I realized that I do swear really colorfully when angry (whether to myself or out loud) and wondered whether I should try to change, once my rage over the level of noise in that teeny tiny restaurant has passed.
I walked home and now I'm in bed, really exhausted. I'm really exhausted but at the same time still really twitchy, which is a really shitty place to be. I was just going to close my eyes and wait for exhaustion to take over, but I remembered that eating lots of dairy before sleep makes dreams really vivid, and even without dairy, I have really vivid dreams that amuse everyone but myself. Given my dreaming track record, I wouldn't be surprised if my dream just replays every single moment of this day, from waking up late to working overtime to getting angry over hearing what sounds like a porno plotline. So here I am, writing it all down, hoping that none of those things make an appearance when I close my eyes.
Instead, I would much rather dream of how my bedroom is, this hour before sleeping: The fan is blowing a cool and gentle wind. It is almost completely dark, just the way I like it. There are no barking dogs or passing vehicles or singing neighbors. Everything has gone quiet. It's as if the world has thrown up its hands, saying, "i'm done with you for today. You win."
I tried to finish all my pending work, because next week I want to attend a 2-day seminar, and I havent even finished a third of what needs to be done. I edited from 10:30 to 12:45, went to lunch, came back at 2, and lost my work by 4, when MS Word crashed. I decided to stay at work until 8:30, to redo everything. My work is unfinished.
On the bus home I caught myself grinding my teeth so I decided to go to Friuli to make myself feel better. I ordered a three-cheese pizza, that emerged as everything I love: earthy, salty, gooey and soft. Problem was, a really really loud group of three were at a table beside mine, laughing really really loud. If I could, I would beseech Satan to reserve a circle of hell for people who don't even try to not be loud in crowded spaces. (On a sidenote, if such a circle exists, it's probably full of Filipinos. We're a noisy bunch.)
The loud group was laughing because apparently, a loud girl among them went to a sleepover, to find that she was the only girl attending. Now it seems that I really really needed my peace and quiet, because at the moment I didn't care if the sleepover turned into a full-blown orgy and loud girl would be willing to share the sleepover address for future reference. I started daydreaming of myself leaning over to their table and yelling, "SHUT YOUR FACECUNT." And then I realized that I do swear really colorfully when angry (whether to myself or out loud) and wondered whether I should try to change, once my rage over the level of noise in that teeny tiny restaurant has passed.
I walked home and now I'm in bed, really exhausted. I'm really exhausted but at the same time still really twitchy, which is a really shitty place to be. I was just going to close my eyes and wait for exhaustion to take over, but I remembered that eating lots of dairy before sleep makes dreams really vivid, and even without dairy, I have really vivid dreams that amuse everyone but myself. Given my dreaming track record, I wouldn't be surprised if my dream just replays every single moment of this day, from waking up late to working overtime to getting angry over hearing what sounds like a porno plotline. So here I am, writing it all down, hoping that none of those things make an appearance when I close my eyes.
Instead, I would much rather dream of how my bedroom is, this hour before sleeping: The fan is blowing a cool and gentle wind. It is almost completely dark, just the way I like it. There are no barking dogs or passing vehicles or singing neighbors. Everything has gone quiet. It's as if the world has thrown up its hands, saying, "i'm done with you for today. You win."
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