One of Those Days

No edits, no rewrites. It's just plain horrible. XD

Ever had one of those days when you like and hate something at the same time? This was one of those days.

This Friday, I'll be having my final exam for my summer class. No, I didn't fail anything during my regular semester. It's an investment just because I'm a transferee.

The day started out with me dragging myself towards the bathroom. It was a sleepy day, to say the least, and it made me act like a zombie. I sat through the class, my Research class, which is quite boring when you've actually gone through everything the teacher had to offer back in your high school days, and survived, thank God, without the professor pointing at me or ultimately screwing with me.

I just realized, mid class, that this would be the opportune moment to start a new article. Basically, I'm juggling my life as a student and as a writer. So I began droning on and on about a theme, or a plot, for the supposed new article. I came across lots and lots of ideas. Most of them were palpable but some were a bit insane. So I decided to go with the least insane idea and, quite possible, an unorthodox write.

I've been known to write three things and ONLY three things: romantic lies and self-made conspiracies used to fool the female mind into liking whatever crap the article is about, a gory and horrific macabre (exaggeration, for the greenhorn) stint that makes no sense whatsoever or a sarcastic play on news worthy items. I decided, since Chris was right about me being too predictable, that following Kyle's suggestion would be more appropriate: write like a girl.

While I was thinking titles, since I like dreaming titles up first before the whole article itself, I didn't notice my seatmate wiggling in her seat trying to catch my attention. It seemed she and another seatmate were on the topic of getting ourselves cleared to get the final exam permits.

Let me just clear things up here: in my new college, which is both Catholic and Private, we are required to finish our clearance slips first before we get our test permits for the final exams. Sounds like a lot of work? Yes. Yes, it is.

So after class, I left my classmates hastily and picked up my clearance slip, which is payment free. There were only four people who were to sign the clearance slip as this was a summer class and not your regular one. Getting the librarian to sign was easy, considering I had my library card in tact and the assistant librarian was a friend of mine. Then I had to wait for the College Dean, who was eccentric, if you catch my drift, and quite accommodating in contrast to what my classmates had told me. I also know the Registrar's assistant, don't ask how, so that was easy too.

The hardest part was getting the Treasurer's signature on that damn paper since I still had some credits left unpaid. However, I got the money on me so I thought it would be easy. Hell, no. It wasn't.

Unfortunately, my 500 peso bill was too grand to save me from the 373 pesos I owe the school. In retrospect, the Treasurer didn't have enough change. That's when the adventure began.

Since I had no other bill on me, pretty stupid of me to carry a 500 peso bill when a day's cost would only amount to 15 pesos, I had to find some change to accommodate what I owe them. I went to all three canteens but they were all out of bills. So I had to think fast. I still needed to go to Video City to return an extended rental and to slap the hell out of Lianse for mistyping the return date. Plus, I needed to be home before 11 so I could finish my Research Paper on Aerodynamics.

I went out of the school grounds, into the rain, to think and find another solution. There and then, with my trusty umbrella, I found a Jollibee branch, no offense McDonald's, which I thought was the best fast food chain if they could give me the change I needed. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on my side today.

When I came in, there were droves of people waiting in line for their overpriced food that they could cook themselves without killing their health. My plan was to just get one burger so I could have change. Surely, they'd have change for a 500 peso bill seeing that they're an enterprise who never runs out of patrons even though they try to poison their diet on a daily basis. So I tried waiting.

Then I couldn't hold it in anymore. I had to pee.

I looked around, for some insane reason, and thought to myself if this was all worth it for a measly change of money. I looked over my shoulder and noticed an old woman, someone's granny, staring at me with dagger-like narrowed eyes. It seemed like she knew I was in deep trouble and she wanted my spot that bad.

"Come on, come on, sonny. You're going to explode. Just go now before I slap the pee off of you."

With a smile that more resembled a grimace, I left her to her joy and moseyed on over to the comfort room where, before entering the sacred place, I bumped into this cute girl that smiled her cute smile while I grimaced in pain. That was stupid.

After unloading the pitcher of coffee I drank before I left home, I decided to just leave the foul place before all hell broke loose.

"Curse you, you obese bee!"

I crossed the road and saw this magazine stand with some guy who I immediately assumed gay, no problems there, and an old customer talking about the latest FHM issue with that girl from the sexually explicit movie, "Torotot". I, honestly, did not watch that movie but strangely I have come to know all about it. Yeah...

Moving on, as the two were having the grandest time discussing the said issue and something about Katrina Halili and Christine Reyes, I, as kindly and courteously as I could, butted in to pay for the magazine I was trying to pay. The plan was to buy something and get the change I deserved. Unfortunately, Lady Luck screwed me again. The guy said they didn't have enough change so to my dismay, I returned the copy of FHM, er I mean Time Magazine back to its shelf.

I was almost at the point of breaking down just because of money and my laziness. I wanted to pay the damn fine today so I could have the rest of the afternoon off to myself, sleeping and eating like some swine. Tomorrow is review day, Thursday is cramming and worrying day and Friday would be Judgment Day. I pretty much plan my week when I'm in deep trouble.

After thoughts of coffee, stabbing people, Iron Man's Robert Downey Jr. and more coffee, I decided to not give up. Money may be the root of all evil but evil is just mind over matter, or something like that. With my defective umbrella, I walked on trying to find someplace that could cater to this bum's need to survive.

After a block of walking, I found this magazine stand, my old supplier of...erm...magazines... The old man who had become a close friend of mine was out today so I was left with his daughter who was two years older than me. I bought a magazine and she gave me my well deserved change, finally! She gave me a sarcastic smile after she gave my purchase but it didn't matter. I had my change. It was time to go back to school.

So I walked a few more miles back to my school, umbrella in one and hell in another. Finally, the Treasurer signed my clearance and I got my finals exam test permit. I was so happy that I walked out of that place like a pimp.

Next stop was Video City. Unfortunately, Lianse wasn't there so I had to return the rentals without any annoying questions and pay the penalty fee without any discount too. I said unfortunately.

As I was feeling a bit fidgety, I decided I needed my daily caffeine fix so I headed on to the nearest grocery shop and bought two. Then I came home, opened my laptop and logged in Yahoo Mail. Like always, I opened three windows: one was shared by Multiply and Yahoo Mail, another was on Writerscafe and the last one was for some kiddie habit I could not grow out of.

Then and there I realized something: I wasn't frustrated about the people that screwed me on this day. I was frustrated about the fact that I was living life without her. I miss her nagging text messages and the way she talked to me. She was a full blown hypocrite and a straight shooter but she was never the one to quit on you. I quit on her and it was both a mistake and the right thing to do.

For the next years, I'll be sacrificing everything for this ambition of mine: writing. I want to do nothing else but this. I want to be an author through me and me alone. She promised she'd support me and I knew she would. So where and when did it go wrong?

I realized because I'd be more into my writing that there will come a day when I'll be neglecting her, not out of choice but out of necessity. She'd be wasting her time with me, that was a fact. I was never that responsible. The thought that she loved me that much to continue to support me, even when I didn't have time for her, made me realize that failing her was not an option. From what I know, there's a slim chance I'd succeed in this path. I'd rather set her free than have her go down with me. I guess I was high that time since I didn't think that she'd be ok with all my crap. She did put up with me for like 5 months. Doubting her, doubting myself, us, was one of the greatest mistakes with my life. Well, at least she's happy, now that her new boyfriend is more accommodating than me.

I guess, what I'm trying to say is that every story has two sides. There's the reader's point of view and a writer's. Life's like a story. If one point of view sucks that bad, look at it in another point of view.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll have to write about the song Roey introduced to me, wait for Kris' permission to re-post the amazing story her friend wrote, laugh at Jen's pics, and continue with this branching story I call life.

Author's Note

It's in blog form simply because it was intended to be a blog piece.

Image Disclaimer: I do not own the image included. I just found that it suited my piece so there you go. Special thanks to the original artist.