2:58 am

that effing phone wouldn't stop ringing at 2:58 am. and when i finally got up to answer it, IT STOPPED.

somebody gag me now please.

and i've been up since. enough to [1] finally get sooooo bored with tapfish, tapzoo, coin frenzy and all the other games on my mom's iPad; [2] toss and turn in bed, while turning the fan off and then on and then off and then on again because it would be chilly and then i'd feel warm and then it gets chilly again and then i feel warm again *sheesh!!!,* and; [3] enough to find out that my parents aren't home yet.

wow. nightouts. :) heehee. though it's my brother's thing they were supervising, i would think they'd just go home and have the crew take over. but no. oh well. at least now they're home, sound asleep and getting the rest they very much deserve.

i had a rollercoaster day today. i was initially ecstatic because i had finally attended at least one simbang gabi for this year--though anticipated--and the added bonus of a fruteez hour and a half instantly made my evening. :) i didn't care it was raining--nothing could ruin my day. and then i knew i thought wrong. a slight twist of fate dampened my elated spirits and kicked my happy place's sorry ass.

of course, the discontinued sojourn cleared my nimbus mood, primarily because i was allowed to breathe and let the bad vibes go. but, of course, what helped the most was the extensive walking and my kiddie treat for myself-- mcdonald's chicken and spaghetti :)

i seriously forgot about that when i was too concerned about growing up. and now that i randomly return to it, i re-appreciate the simple joys i had as a kid. which is exactly what i did last night. :)

and it's half past 6 now. i need to recharge before later's shift--and fast.

bad vibes, begone! :)

to vent is a beautiful opportunity. to keep silent is self-induced death. ;)

before rambling mindlessly about life's perils, i'd like to say thanks to those who replied to my momentous venting 2 nights ago.

i mean, it was generally not a requirement to acknowledge the hair-pulling sensation creeping into my bloodstream, but the acknowledgements were touching nonetheless. :)

[see, jemmy, this is a happy note. ;) ]

and to those who were not able to reply, no worries. i still love you all :) i'm in a loving mood today, although most of the people i've been talking to for the past few hours drive me to insanity by the second. and because i promised this would be a happy note, i'm sharing the love. :)

... BUT, of course, making this a happy note doesn't imply i can't be mean too. ;p [cue evil laughter :)) ]

-= <3 =-

since this is waaay overdue, i'd just like to dwell on other people's misfortune first and reiterate why that somehow made my day. this is not at all intended to be as mean as it sounds, but there's definitely a more logical explanation to me feeling better over what made this person agitated.

while feeling utterly disheveled because of the stress that hit me in the face, i trudged along the hallway in stark disarray and mindlessly grabbed my oversized bag from the miniscule gap that pretended to be my locker. as i was painfully fumbling with my padlock combination, some random heavily-breathing girl rushed to the locker across mine and started ranting about how her scarf got lost on her way to work.

in my lamest attempt to come up with a candid response, i looked up and realized she was indeed directing her soliloquy at me. flashing a haphazard smile, i just said, "hmm?"

she seemed to ramble on about how her sister gave her that scarf she just washed THAT was silky AND was beautiful AND was now lost in space BECAUSE it slipped from her bag AS she left the cab she rode on her way to work yesterday BECAUSE she was rushing BUT she says she's really mindful of her things BUT it was unfortunate that it happened AND her sister will kill her when she finds out that she lost it SO she'll rationally explain that it was an accident AND she wishes the scarf was picked up by some person who really needed it WHICH would make her at least feel better about the misfortune, without even thinking that i am uninterested to hear it.

summoning my will to understand randomness, i reacted sporadically and showed that i care. as it turns out, seeing how irritated this rather cheeky lady was about losing something she treasured so much, i felt i didn't need to feel so bad after all. there are better things in life to worry about, and i'm not going to let the stress eat me alive.

and now, with a badly needed series of deep breaths, i marvel at the lucid parameters that life presents me. and i flash a much-needed megawatt smile at the realization that i am not the most unfortunate person in the world. :)

so, to get back to the ultimate reason for this note, venting actually did me good. :D