Redrum! Redrum! Redrum!

This is NOT a great way to start my week. So my car was acting cuckoo the other day so my mom lent me the other car for work yesterday. I couldn't borrow it today since it was coding and I had to be in MOA early since I was on opening shift with Niki. I thought my car was just throwing a stupid tantrum so I took it out. The battery signal was on and based on experience that usually meant that my car batt is dead. But it wasn't, I was driving it and it was running. I get to the end of Alabang-Zapote Rd about to turn to coastal when, simultaneously, my aircon and car horn went dead. My brain went into mad panic. I called Niki telling her I will not be making my shift on time. I pull the car over, thinking of some sort of plan of action. I needed to have it fixed or I may never be able to leave MOA later tonight. I had P300 in my wallet so going to any talyer along zapote was out of the question since I had nothing to pay. Turning around was also not an option as the traffic up to that point already cost me a good one hour. I had no choice but to move forward, pass the stretch of coastal road, turn towards the airport and head back south to Sucat where my dad's friend's talyer was. At least I could put the repairs on credit. Two and half hours under the hundred degree weather later, my makeup has melted, I smelled like car fumes and grease, and FIVE THOUSAND PESOS POORER. I was not in any mood to head to work now. I called Niki telling her I can no longer make it and decided to get my car washed since I was already out and was spending so much on the damn car. I drove home after picking up toiletries in watsons (I intended to wash the bad karma off me with mentholated cooling shampoo, mmmmm). I ate, showered, sent emails and am now on my way out to ATC to do what I intended to do in MOA. I gave my mom my only savings, the very last $100 bill I have been holding on to since I arrived from San Francisco, to pay for the car repairs. I am now, seriously, and unquestionably broke. The money I thought I was saving to finally score myself the one and only expensively luxurious item I will ever buy, a pair of Ray-Ban Aviators, has now gone down the shithole.

I am in silent hell. I wish I can blame all my frustrations on someone. Just so I can have someone to murder. No, wait, not murder. I will find that person, have him sodomized by a giant animal so hard that the brutal force of it will cause him to continuously shit through his mouth.

'nuff said.