it started with the stomach pains and body aches and the heightened sensitivity and moodiness that accompanies the onset of that monthly thing.then on my way to work, in the middle of my nap, the driver knocks at the door and asks us to get down because he needs to fix the tires.so there i was, in my best office clothes in weeks with my new pretty pair of earrings with three roses in pink, white and fuschia, standing in the middle of edsa, below a flyover with the rest of the world grumbling at us for stalling them. after an eternity of waiting for him to change the tire, he starts the car only to bring it to the side of the road and tell us to take a hike or take another ride.so i opted to take a bus.because it was 7 am, the mrt will probably be crammed with people and we were stranded in between stations.so i took a bus, that day, that one day when i had to be on time because i had an important meeting.
but the universe was kind.or so i thought.because we got through cubao and ortigas with not so much fuss.and then we came to a bottleneck in boni because a bus hit something.so 15 minutes till my meeting and i was still in boni right smack in a crash.how lucky can i get?perhaps enough because i got there in time.then the rest of the day was fairly uneventful.then i had to go out and meet some friends.
while walking along ayala ave, a girl approached me and told me that there were all too visible signs of this cursed monthly infliction.so i had to rush to the department store and get reinforcements and hide any evidence of this predicament.there were to many long lines to fall in, and so many wiating to do as well as a grouchy janitress who believed that you shouldn't squat in a public cr.i wanted to tell her to shut up and just do her job.her definition of hygiene might include sitting in a public cr and contracting std and all sorts of disease, but not me.but i was too tired besides i've messed up her stall pretty bad anyway.nyahaha!
when i got down to the mrt platform, there were people, people and people.i couldn't get in and i was running late for a meeting with a friend who was going to show me her place. the next train comes and goes and i barely got to move an inch.when another train came along, i felt myself propelled towards the train, casting doubts about how much acn one space really hold if matter really is as impermeable as we thought it was.then i get off at the next station in buendia to get a cab to rockwell.15 minutes and no cab stops, no cabs are free.i go up the stairs and try to get a cab on the other side.i go down the wrong side, there's only an escalator going up.and just when i'm about to cross, the mmda aide signals for us to stop and has the gall to remind us not to rush.finally, we can cross and i get to hail a cab.i wait for the cab to approach me at the side of the street where it's safe when this stupid mmda aide shouted at me telling me to approach the cab instead of waiting for it to come to me.i raised my hand at him in a whatever way and shouted what i've been wanting to say all day, shut up!
so i'm in the cab and ny friend tells me she has a meeting till 8 so i say it's ok, i might as well meet my other friends who were going wall-climbing.i get there and the place is noisy, hot and dirty, at least it seemed that way when my day has been nothing but noisy, hot and dirty.i won't climb i say, i'm too exhausted, i'll just watch.and so i watched people climb for an hour or so.and then they said they still have to try out the trampoline and i said i'm out of here, i'm going to the mall.and so i pretend to be interested in going to shops when what i'd rather be doing is having dinner and hanging out with my friends like i thought i would. thus the mad dash and the all out effort to be there despite all odds.then my other friend tells me her meeting's over and we can go over her place.i said i was too tired to walk and that i might have to meet my other friends for dinner.maybe next time, i said,while mentally crossing out one item i failed to do in my to-do list.
we go back to the wall-climbing arena and after two hours, people were not yet done!i rushed to get here, my body was aching and i'm not in the best of moods but i get there, i rush to get there only to be kept waiting for two hours!at 830, i was exhausted, cross, hungry and harrassed and i had to wait again? i hate waiting, i hate staying out too late especially when i have to go home alone and i hate not having plans kept.and so i said, i was going home.after all the hassle i went through to get there and being kept waiting for two hours, all they could say was ok, bye-bye!
any friend of mine would've known that i wanted to be stopped, calmed and asked to stay.any friend who knew what i went through to get there would know that i wanted to be there and that i needed to hear that they wanted me to be there and they wanted me to stay.but there was a little comfort to my ego when someone offered to give me a ride.so i consented to stay.
and then after waiting for a few minutes, we go up to have dinner, finally.and then the receptionist asked us if we have reservations.of course we had none, and she had to say what i've been doing for the past two hours that i hated doing, that we had to wait.and that was the final straw.so i said i was going home.and i did.i took a taxi, rode the mrt then took another taxi.it was one of the worst days of my life, i was cross, tired, hungry, humiliated, disappointed, frustrated, sad and broke because of all the taxi rides.
yes, i know the world doesn't revolve around me but it sure feels like it's shitting on me.
