Facing Off The Monster

I slept 4:00 AM and woke up three hours later this morning. With my current desposition, I wasn’t prepared to face the world.

Roy’s message asking if it’s okay to move our meeting an hour later gave a little breather. But it wasn’t enough. I was too tired physically, mentally, and emotionally to even haul my butt out of my bed.

I reached Pag-IBIG office with a feeling of someone who had been flagellated and about to be crucified. And it’s sweet irony to think the place spells LOVE.

Inside the office, I tried disdainfully listening to Ma’am Santos’ another set of information overload. But her words drifted on and off and failed to register to my cerebrum. I was close the point of yelling due to frustration – if only Roy wasn’t there and as every bit as confused and tired as I am.

The root of the evil is easy to pinpoint – thesis.

We thought we had everything under control. Until Roy was admitted to the hospital and I was busy doing other things, and later on got ill. When we got back, the monster has metamorphosed into a giant. It’s unnerving. It’s daunting.

So here I am, chickening out. I don’t know what to do.

This day sucks big-time. And by the looks of it, this will drag for many days.

When?

I almost laugh my head off when Janus forwarded this message to me last night:

Hi, this is *Sarah of metrosports. I would like to ask when you could possibly enrol in our gym membership?

I am amazed how today’s businesses can be so persistent with their marketing strategy.

It was five months ago when we visited the Osmena Tower. We had no reason to be there but just to stroll. But when the receptionist up the floor asked us where we were heading, I flibbed: We just want to check the gym, and ask some details like how much would the membership be?

I remember the lady giving us application forms and brochures to my dismay. We checked the place after, but didn’t stay long like we wanted to. People who are bored and specially broke should not be disturbed.

I haven’t received any message as I already switched phone numbers. Supposing I have, I’d love to reply:

Next, next year Sarah. The minute I’ll earn my first million. Or the moment I’ll lose my mind.

Hahaha.

One Shot.

Welcome.

This is one of the many blog-sites I maintained around the blogosphere. I figure it’s high time now that I should be providing some themes of my babies.

As for this one, One Shot, I will be posting my political rants, everyday epiphanies, commentaries, and inflammatory contradictories of myself and the world you and I live in. Other inspiring stories and creative juices I could squeeze out I reserved them to my other sites. In short,there’s nothing much here. Just rants.
Thus One Shot.

So if you’re bored and would want to read other people’s complaints, why, come on in!