bad hair day

note: i have nothing against homosexuals and homosexuality, i have so many gay friends and i adore them. i am just talking to a specific person.

wednesday, november 3, 2010.

its 8:sumthing in the evening, i just got out from the office, tired and starving, with hair strewn haphazardly in every possible direction, seems like i was just came from a gang fight, damn this hair genes. all i want to do is eat all the fried chickens in the world and sleep eternally.

while waiting for a cab, eherms, jeep bitaw, heaven threatens and rain starts to fall, so i immediately hopped in on the first jeep available, and to my dismay, i hitched the wrong one. sigh! ge nalang! halfway through the whole trip, my stomach starts to growl and i almost sure that its audible within the jeepney's perimeter. i still have 30 struggling minutes before this hellride(is there such a word?) ends. damn this diet thing, i only eat oats for breakfast and half rice for lunch, i even force my brain to acquire selective amnesia so as to forget snack time. and i don't even see any distinctive results on my body. i still have the curves, just in the wrong places. heck! the only thing that is shrinking in my anatomy is my brain. *i'm rambling* so back to the hellride... at long last, i reached my destination, and the rain stopped. heaven still on my side, yay! but i still need to walk half a mile (did i mention i got the wrong jeepney?) to my boarding house and my stomach could digest me if i wont stuff food in it. i was preparing for a half mile sprint when i caught a tempura vendor, my heart became irrational and swear, i could almost hear angels singing because of happiness. but wait, no carbs after six, darn, whoever made this diet rule should have an axe struck to his skull. then i saw kwek-kwek (egg covered with flour, deep fry). yey! angels singing again... eggs are okey, right? they are not carb-y. or whatever! i just need to eat something or mag-wild nako. but i still need to wait coz there are still three customers before me, one of them is gay who's hands is all over the vendor's body, i'm not overstating, he's (or she) flirting, and he showed it obviously. i was trying not to contort my face but i am sure if it worked. so i just fixed my eyes on the tempura and kwek-kwek that was dancing inside the prying pan. then all of a sudden, he (the gay) said "miss, kasuway naka pa-rebond?", with my eyes still on the pan, i was trying to figure out to whom he was talking to, then looking at our small crowd that is made up of an elementary student (in uniforms), an elderly lady, the guy vendor and the annoying gay, i am the only person addressable to 'miss'. really! do he needs to rub it on my face!! the nerve!!! then he went on, "kalkag man gud kayu imong hair", whoa! all my blood rushed through my head and i couldn't be any redder. i totally forgot my upset stomach. ani jud ang show? pede mobuka ang earth and kaunon ko? or much better, ang gay nalang!! then he added, "gwapa unta ka miss, tarunga sad na imong hair". huh! kasalanan ko pa inay? gawa ito ni lord!! i don't know if i'd be thankful or insulted with his last remarks. geh lang, gaan chans! hai, ang warld talaga, sooooo harsh!! nawala akong gutom oi.. paita sad ani lord oi! ingon ani jud ni? kabuotan nako.. nganu man tawn ko daug-daugon??