A Crappy Day in the Head of the Goddess

(To document most of the thoughts that fleet through one's mind is no easy feat. I had to resort to saying what's on my mind loud enough to record myself.)

Upon waking up...

What is this pimple doing on my face? It's as big as my head. If it grows any bigger, it'll grow hair. Maybe I'm mutating.

Nice. Only a few of the ladies are up. No mad dash for the bathrooms. No body count first thing in the morning. I love sembreak!

Shit! My period's here again. Funny how most women's reaction to their period depends on their sex life. Active sex life: Yes, period's back! Non-existent sex life: Noooo, period's back! For me it's definitely shit, period!

I feel so ugly today. But I have to keep up appearances.

And now it's raining. This is so not my day.
 

I cannot read jeepney signs without squinting. I'm so gonna get wrinkles in the forehead.

In the jeep...

I hope this guy beside me is not a snatcher. I'm in a foul mood. If he attempts something, I might beat the living shit out of him.

I hate mass transportation. One of the downsides of poverty. Brings you in close proximity to people who had never seen the insides of a shower room before. Unfortunately, we can't all be rich.

Stupid guy from another car blowing the hell out of his horn like there is no tomorrow. Most probably a guy who thinks of himself as macho. With that kind of attitude on the road, he is probably gonna die in a car accident. Or survive but will have both of his legs cut off. Then he can suffer like how our eardrums did when he was still playing Road Runner.

Arrrrgghh. It's  not yet 9am but I'm already incurring the wrath of the cosmos. It started raining cats and dogs just when I was at my stop. This is an attack!

Stupid rain. Now I'm stuck here. My office building right across and I'm soaking wet. Just when I have a deadline to catch this morning. Shit shit shit.

In the office...

My shoes are wet. My feet are wet. I look like a wet chicken. Shit.

Don't be flustered. The elements are never against a goddess. The rain is supposed to be under the control of my whim. Just say that you are sporting the dewy-goddess look. It's a big trend from where I came from. Lesser mortals would never understand.

Fuckin' rain. This is all your fault. I hate you rain.

Now I have to cram for my research deadline. Stupid rain.

Son of a bitch! None of these are making any sense to me. If I don't finish this in the next 30 minutes, I'm gonna gouge my eye out. Or my pimple.

I'm hungry.

Almost done. Then it's good riddance, payday loans. I will never hear of you in this lifetime again. Ever.

I wonder if the food's already here. I'm hungry.

Yes! Done! Sent!

Gotta check on FB to know who are celebrating birthdays today. If it weren't for online birthday reminders, my friends would hate me for forgetting. Lousy memory.

A million other things waiting to get done. What to do next?

Sign above printed name.

Now, what is it this time?

I'm hungry.

I gotta eat or I'm gonna faint.

Lunch...

My gums hurt.

Why do I always finish first when eating? Everybody else always eats slower than  me. This is my mother's fault. She trained us like the drill sergeant that she is.

Back at my desk...

I wonder why he didn't accept my friend request. He must have thought that I'm gonna stalk him. Oh well, can't really blame him.

Shit! What's with webmail?

Shit! What's wrong with my outlook? Piece of shit! Useless! Arrrrgggghh!!!

Unbelievable! Now I'm having a mental block. I just need a starting point... C'mon brain, work!

I really wonder why he didn't accept my friend request. Tsk.

Still can't think. Need to find another diversion.

Maybe I should eat something.

Oh goody, somebody volunteered to go to McDonald's. Monster coke float and twister fries for me.

What's taking so long? Maybe he got buried under the burden of my monster coke float. *evil laugh

I love McDonald's.

I'm broke. Thankfully, payday is tomorrow. Whoever said that you don't need money to survive is grossly naive. Don't need to have a lot. But you definitely need it. Come to think of it, only rich people say that they don't need money. That's because they have it in abundance that they really don't realize how much they are using it.

Dumb Briton! I need an assassin on the other side of the planet.

6.00pm...

Wow, it's less crazy now. At least I got a lot of stuff out of the way. Yey! I think I deserve a reward.

Shucks! I forgot. I'm broke. Oh well, looking at beautiful things won't hurt either. I'll drop by the mall later.

That's it. Au revoir, work. I'll deal with the rest of you tomorrow. 

At the mall...

I love National Bookstore.

I'm gonna buy a copy of this book.... And this book.... And this book also....And that....

I love National Bookstore.

I wish somebody would give me a P1 million worth of shopping spree at National Bookstore. I would thank him to death.

Oh, so many beautiful stuff. Can't buy any. Time to go.

At the dorm...

Everyone is watching "Magkaribal". I hope Bea dies. I hope Gretchen dies. I hope Derek dies. I hope Angel Aquino lives happily ever after.

Can't bear to watch it with one million girls in the common room though.

Lousy day. Tired like hell. Got to sleep now.

I wonder what tomorrow will be like. It's payday tomorrow. Even if tomorrow I get hit by a speeding vehicle, because it's payday, it would still be better than today.

Yey! Will play tennis again this weekend after 2 weeks of sloth.

Why did he not accept my friend request?

(That's the last thing I recorded. I fell asleep after a few minutes.)