my ungainly trip yesterday

due to the meager information about the said topic on my last post, i have decided that I'll make a sub post. see if you can connect the two posts. :D

it all started when i woke up.

i woke up early that morning, even though i had little sleep. naturally, i laid still for a moment or two before i stood up. i turned off the fan and i had to kick my way through stuff in order to reach the door. good god, i really need to clean my room.

to no one's surprise, almost everyone was asleep except for me and the maids. i ate my breakfast in total solitude and i watched tv. after agreeing that the shows sucked, i took my bath. i was on the process of removing my clothes when i forgot my towel. so i went outside and got one. and then i was removing my clothes when i forgot my shampoo. it was on the downstairs bathroom. i dont use the downstairs bathroom because i dislike using the hot shower. and so i climbed the stairs again, despite the angry protest of my throbbing toe. which was afflicted with a painful disorder called an ingrown.

i was experiencing severe pain, but i ignored it. it cannot, and must not, get in my way of things. my affliction was nothing more than an obstacle of life. just an obstacle, and nothing more. an obstacle of which i must endure, rather than giving up and cutting off my own toe to stop my misery.

so after taking a bath, i searched for my god-forsaken toothbrush. and after 15 minutes, i finally found it. it was inside my swimming bag. i placed it their because i brushed my teeth after swimming the other day.

after spending 5 minutes expecting every tiny detail that must be inspected, i had agreed that i am ready to go. i bid my parents good bye and started to walk to the gate, where i will ride the jeepney to CAP, where i will ride a motorela to pelaez sports center. will i was riding the jeepney, i sat on an empty space beside two men. an old man, an a middle-aged man talking with his comrades.

the old man was harmless, although the same couldnt be said to the middle-aged man.

he called out "totoy" and his friends giggled. i ignored him. at first i didnt believe that he was actually talking to me because my name couldnt possibly be "totoy". and then he called out again. clearly audible, i wheeled around a little and i saw him smiling at me.

fuckin gay.. how i wish you're alone, and i can kick your sorry ass. i thought...


i was furious and enraged of being called "totoy", not to mention being called by someone who is a complete asshole and a stranger.. i resisted the urge to punch him across the face. he was accompanied with his two friends and i thought that it would worth the risk.

throwing one punch and receiving 3 punches back at me clearly wasnt worth it. i hated that moment. the next time i'll see him, il kick his and his friend's sorry ass. i had to endure 10 agonizing minutes before my stop came. i went out and called for a motorela.

while riding the motorela, i reflected on what just happend. i was pissed for the lack of action. my insubornity got the best of me. my summer was really boring and having a fight would change that. damn. but there's always a next time.

the fury that boiled up inside of me was still within me. but abated when i relayed my experience to my friends. i laughed along with them like there was nothing wrong. but then, there was never really anything wrong. lol.

the swim meet was very boring and decided that after taking our lunch at tapsi time, we would be going home. elel accompanied me to the jeep thing and rode the jeep. i went to sm, played a lot, met a few "friends" and went home.