the season of discontent

what is it about the rains and everything else? their mood swings are scary, their unpredictability is making everyone else dreary. 

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friday was woozy. as if the gods in heaven had a drink all night, slept the whole day and forgot to set the stars right. until later.

i woke up early. around eight in the morning. i was excited. i had a great day ahead of me.

i thought it would be a bright day. it was sunny when i rose from bed.

i wanted to wear white jeans that i have not worn for several months now because of the rains. a long-sleeve paul smith shirt in baby pink would be perfect with them jeans.

after i laid down the jeans and shirt on the bed, it rained. there was even a thunder. as if a storm was coming. frustrated,  i returned the pants inside the cabinet.

instead, i decided to wear an old pair of dark jeans, the ones i have been wearing for the last few weeks. unwashed. smelly. i would still wear the pink shirt. who cares? then i put on an old pair of blue paul smith sneakers, the ones that looked so worn out they totally belong to the metropolitan museum of antiquity alongside cleopatra's gold-plated costumes and diamond-studded tiaras.

a paul smith umbrella and dark raybans completed the look. it always pays to look your best, mind you, even under the foul weather. who knows who you might bump into down the slippery, wet roads? a cute guy is always a welcome respite from this dreary weather.

i went to the press room of a bank nearby to work. it was early. i thought i would have the room all by myself. i didn't want to bother someone else by my whining, interviews over the phone and the occasional bitching about the crazy weather. 

i was wrong. a lady reporter from a newspaper was already there. it was alright though. she was busy, so she won't mind if i talk a lot and loudly on the phone during interviews.

i took my laptop out from the bag. plugged the wire. inserted the wireless internet thing.

sadly, the wireless internet won't connect. i tried several times but it just won't. darn!

i packed up my stuff. laptop back inside the bag. rolled the wire. unplugged the stupid internet gadget.

the english speaking youngish reporter (assumptionista?! not another one please, i thought) asked: are you leaving?

i nodded.

"i am going to smarglosun to complain about their very bad internet service."

"will you sue them?"

"i might."

"go!" she said with conviction. i liked her instantly. i like fierce women who look fragile. their balls hidden-well beneath those pink, girly costumes. 

i left.

outside, there was still a bit of rain. tolerable. i could walk without getting wet. i mean soaked.

i ignored it and just walked. with my old, reliable pink paul smith umbrella catching those catty, slim-as-an-anorexic-model drizzles. i had my dark shades on even if there was no sun.

again, who cares? i was in a foul mood.

at smarglosun centre, the queue was long. i was such in a lousy mood, i decided to just leave. i might just blow my top and shout at the poor customer service agent. it would be unfair to her/him. not their fault. i decided to go to an internet shop at the mall. a mere fifteen minute walk. it was still drizzling.

luckily, the internet shop was nearly empty. just me and an old lady skyping with her daughter abroad.

she was several rows away from me. i did not mind even if she was talking loudly, emotionally.

i could even hear some sobbing. i totally understand. ah, mothers.  i checked my emails. the replies from sources that i was waiting for arrived. i printed them.

i paid and went to a nearby coffee shop. i tried the wireless internet again, it was still not working.

forget it, i thought. this is not my day.

i had cappuccino. hot. tall. sixteen ounces. i did not put sugar. i was not sweet today. so nothing sweet for me either. the bitter and hot liquid woke me up. lifted my mood. what is it that they say again about two negative ions equals a positive neutron or something? hello! i failed biology. and english grammar too, mind you.

i called up another interviewee, a banker whom i have known since adam was in pampers, but he won't reply. i tried again, but this time my phone connection was wobbly. as if it had not eaten for years.

i checked my load balance. i still have five hundred and six pesos.

this time, i wanted to scream.

but i controlled myself. i did not want to disturb the coffee shop, my favourite hang out. the staff
knew me already. they give me whatever i ask. they don't bother. they don't hover. they don't ask lots of questions, like in some familiar restaurants: "are you alone?", "why are you always alone?", to the downright insulting "don't you have any friends?!"

a few hours later, i tried the internet connection again. i was still disconnected from the other world,
the one with two moons. the one that haruki murakami wanted to escape from.

i gave up. decided to watch a movie. nothing interesting.

would it be alright if i simply jump from the third floor?  will i die instantly? or will i still suffer?

i got scared of these thoughts.

a lady friend called. she cheered me up a little bit.

this time, the cellphone worked. she must have super powers.

i tried the internet and it also worked this time.

ah, my guardian angel in disguise.

who would have thought that bitchy, witchy friend was my lucky charm. i know it. witch, that bitch. oh i so love her, like totally now.

i emailed again banker friend. then another source who owns a restaurant. she said she is in hong kong at the moment and can i just please wait for her to arrive next week? she promised to call me.

ok, i said. enjoy hong kong, my home for the last five years.

after a few hours, i got bored. there were no cuties either to keep me amused. inspired. thrilled. 

haven't you noticed lately? there is a famine of cute guys in the shopping malls all over makati. where can they be? even the usually full of hot cono guys rockwell is becoming a desert. do we need to import them from greece, italy and france?

i left the mall. the rain had stopped. i did not finish my story. did not get my cute guy fix. but at least,
there was the sunshine. too bad i did not wear white pants. 

it was a fine day, after all!

(please don't ask me what's the point of this post. wala! pasensya ka binasa-basa mo. wala ka ring magawa ano?! seriously, thank you for sharing my wala lang moment. all pics are taken from the internet, so please don't sue the poor, still jobless me.)