buhay ng gala

Last Friday, I left office at 7. So for a change, I was set to meet the Harpers early-Friday night. And then after Son told me that she was running late, my cell batt got empty. We didn’t have a specific meeting place whatsoever, just Greenbelt. Anadami kayang pwedeng puntahan. I was a little upset already because that was one of the few times I could meet them early and our plan almost screwed up. I went to Coffee Bean and asked the barista if they had SE charger. They didn’t. Kinapalan ko na mukha ko - Nakitext ako! hahaha. I realized I only knew Tin’s number. Grabe! Well, so eventually we met. Few drinks at NSG and then went South for a change of heart. What if I didn’t remember Tin’s number, would I have met them?

The following day, I was preparing for our office Christmas Party. On my way to our meeting place, I was undecided on what mode of transport to take. Jeepney, FX, Taxi, MRT. I was so undecided I even crossed the street so many times until I finally thought of taking the jeepney to the FX stop. Then on my way in, my head hit the bulb and then I even apologized that I broke it then I saw blood rushing down. blah blah blah. I was rushed to the hospital, got 5 stitches, got bandages around my head I ended up looking like one of the main characters of Coneheads.

I was crying while I was being stitched, not because I was feeling pain but because in those moments, I realized how alone I was. Although I was brought to the hospital by the driver, I entered the ER alone, explained everything myself, consoled myself that things are going to be ok. Good thing, my office-friends and Maui came eventually. I ended up decided not to stay home alone so I went to the Christmas party (with red shawl-turned-bandana) but feeling a little OP, I joined Son & Dino instead.

What I thought to be one of the loser nights, turned to be quite exciting. Actually the conehead look made it more exciting. There were moments when I cried becauce I was wondering why shit happens to people who are trying to be positive. How am I going to handle my panot? Then again, every time I’m with the harpers, life is a lot better, and they never failed me that night. Imagine a conehead girl with red bandana exiting Alchemy bar, walking around Bonifacio High Street & A. Venue. Hahaha.. Hilarious?!

Shit happens but in every bad thing that happens, you will always see miracles afterwards. My miracles? I have the greatest office friends, barkadas and family. I also get to have an early vacation. : )