Down to Zilch

I thought I'd be putting up some good news here today, but pfft, forget about the good news. I have none. I just had another one of those screw-you-all days today. I went to some big company in Mandaluyong only to be pissed-off the rest of the day. 

Why not lay all the cards down outright to avoid wasting both party's time?! Takte talaga nakakapang-init sila ng ulo kanina!!!

You prolly are wondering what the crock is about. Pfft. Confidential. Let's leave it that way for now. I'm not yet done with them (I'm want to kill them!!!)

The sentence prior this, of course, is a joke.

Good thing my sister's place is just a stone-throw away from where I had gone to. So we met up and went to McDonalds - her treat, of course, as I am totally broke and was overly pissed. I felt better after the early dinner. The fries was able to calm me down. Well, it always does. Some useless info here: If I'm in a bad mood and you want to cheer me up, take me to McDonalds and buy me a large fries (not the twister fries - errr, I don't like its taste and it's ridiculously high priced), better yet get me a BigMc combo meal and up size the fries and soda. Or take me to Wendy's and buy me the most expensive burger meal they have, in Biggie! That will surely lift my spirit back to its normal scale. In case you can't find fries (yes I'm not done yet), you can get me a box of pizza or half-a-gallon of chocolate ice cream with almonds or a genuine Mexican tacos. That's more than enough to make me smile from ear to ear. You see, I'm so easy to please. I turn into a child when presented with fries and pizza.

Now I'm feinding for real Mexican tacos. :-(

I want this!!!  Now!!!

My sister had to leave for work after our early dinner at McDo, so we didn't have much time to hang out. I was happy again after the dinner. Relieved, and slightly elated at the sour feeling and anger I had overcome, I thought of treating myself a medium size of Manila Scramble, which was right outside the mall. Used to have it everyday when I was in elementary and high school. I love scramble so much that a portion of my daily allowance was solely dedicated to it. While I was waiting in line, behind me were two old ladies talking about tonight's jackpot prize in the lottery. A whopping 495 Million Pesosesoses!!! I was soooo surprised it ballooned to that amount! I mean, it's the biggest jackpot in Philippine history!!! While I was waiting for my turn to get my medium size scramble, I asked one of the old ladies where the nearest lottery outlet is. It's inside the mall, I was told. So, while I was feeling nostalgic with my scramble, I found myself scrambling back inside the mall to place my bets in the lottery. The jackpot prize is 495 million, I thought, if I win I'd give half of it to charity, and the rest would be divided and shared with my folks at home. I was feeling hopeful, and I'm sure everybody else in line was. Two number combinations, and I was done. I folded 6 lotto cards (they're just there, uncontrolled - so might as well use a lot) and carefully placed my ticket in between to protect it.

But what are the odds of actually winning the 6/55 grand lotto? Well, it's one in 28,989,675! Pull up an excel worksheet and in a cell type-in =combin(55,6) to see the number. The probability of getting hit by a lightning might even be greater than winning the lottery. Pffft. But who knows, I might just win!  If I do, I'd get a house in Ayala Alabang, or in Dasmariñas Village or Forbes Park in Makati, and I'd put up a business to make my money produce more and more money until I'm rich enough to tell Henry Sy to move over.

Libre lang naman ang mangarap at umasa eh. XD

My already-happy feeling turned sour again when I took the bus home. An old crush, who was a schoolmate in high school, was on the same bus and asked me to take the seat next to her. I got surprised and excited because we did not see each other for more than 5 years. It's what I feel whenever I bump into old friends. How-are-you?,  I asked her excitedly.  She did not answer my question, instead she asked me if it was windy outside (Mahangin ba sa labas?), and started to laugh. That's when I realized my hair was looking shabby and ridiculous. I laughed with her, of course, but truth be told I felt so embarrassed I wish I rode the next bus. So I began explaining to her why my hair was such a mess and how it managed to cross the line of being unmanageable. I told her I cut my hair and that I'm actually pretty good at it (which is really true, but this talent is restricted to my own hair so don't ask me to cut yours) but I lost control of my hair when I forgot to trim it like what I used to do every couple of weeks or so, since I am mostly at home. So I pretty much embraced my semi-long hair and let it grow, I told her. Then she asked me where I work, yadah-yadah-yadah, and she began to tell stories about her great job as a boss in an international company, and then she showed me pictures of her husband and son, yadah-yadah-yadah....

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and my sense of self-worth plummeted from its normal scale to zilch.

Siya na ang successful at may happy family. Ako na ang kabaligtaran. Pfft.

So much for the happiness that the large fries from McDonalds gave me. It just unraveled during the entire trip. Thanks to my old crush.

I got home, feeling gloomy and down, and sorry for myself.  I waited for the lotto draw, and of course, I didn't win. Not a single number from the winning combination is in my ticket.

Tomorrow is another day.  Oh Gawd I hope it's better!

Byerts!