Bad Luck: The Day That Was
My morning was full of stress. I woke up late so I was in a rush the whole day. Started editing some images to print for the school contest I was joining in. It was way past my deadline: last week. I was just gambling whether or not they would or wouldn't accept my 2 entries. Had to cut short my editing to drive swiftly to the condo, was driving from Alabang, to meet up with the Globe DSL guy. I was switching my PLDT Plan 1995 to Globelines Plan 1995. Theirs comes with a better offer, comes with a landline already. I arrived, rushed to the 16th floor met with the DSL guy only to find out I left my keys back in Alabang. So all the rush for nothing. Told the guy to comeback on Saturday.
From the condo went straight to Studio58/Lab10 to have my entries printed. When I arrived parking was scarce. I found a space for my Tribute but the guard redirected me to a different parking slot. I positioned my car to park backwards. So I parked, while the guard was trafficking me, half way through I crashed into a stupid fucking tree! So I was left with a big fucking dent at the back of my Tribute. I was so dazed out with being in a hurry that the crash didn't totally affect me till now. Am so fucking pissed. Thought of looking for someone to blame but there was just no one. There was the guard. But what the hell was he going to do pay for the damages? Pointless. Am sure he can't even feed himself. So am left with trying to let go of this dreadful event and calm myself. Character building, bohoo!
After getting my prints rushed to school. When I arrived, I went straight to the 11th floor. I framed my photos and submitted them to my professor only to find out judging was last friday. Argh! I planned my day all for nothing. Fuck it. pardon me for my language. It was just a really fucked up day. I was just asked to share my photos for the exhibit.
So much for stress. Right now I just have to stay away from my effing car. Looking at it reminds me of my day of bad luck and it's stressing me out. Am so anal about my car. I don't even lend it to my parents and have been cleaning it like crazy now its all ruined. Argggh!
Okay this is the last time am talking about it. Tom will be a new day. A better happy day.
Wrting about it seems like
From the condo went straight to Studio58/Lab10 to have my entries printed. When I arrived parking was scarce. I found a space for my Tribute but the guard redirected me to a different parking slot. I positioned my car to park backwards. So I parked, while the guard was trafficking me, half way through I crashed into a stupid fucking tree! So I was left with a big fucking dent at the back of my Tribute. I was so dazed out with being in a hurry that the crash didn't totally affect me till now. Am so fucking pissed. Thought of looking for someone to blame but there was just no one. There was the guard. But what the hell was he going to do pay for the damages? Pointless. Am sure he can't even feed himself. So am left with trying to let go of this dreadful event and calm myself. Character building, bohoo!
After getting my prints rushed to school. When I arrived, I went straight to the 11th floor. I framed my photos and submitted them to my professor only to find out judging was last friday. Argh! I planned my day all for nothing. Fuck it. pardon me for my language. It was just a really fucked up day. I was just asked to share my photos for the exhibit.
So much for stress. Right now I just have to stay away from my effing car. Looking at it reminds me of my day of bad luck and it's stressing me out. Am so anal about my car. I don't even lend it to my parents and have been cleaning it like crazy now its all ruined. Argggh!
Okay this is the last time am talking about it. Tom will be a new day. A better happy day.
Wrting about it seems like