I thought it was just me and my lack of sleep but throughout the day, the vibe in the office was not too fluffy on the chakra. It seems there was a gloomy energy in all four corners of my office which if you know where it is, you would agree that it’s like a submarine.
I still can’t taste nor smell anything. I tried inhaling a natural peppermint oil to soothe my clogged nose but I ended up almost burning the surface of my nostrils. I’m really careless like that…I tried to soothe a headache then by supposedly applying a dab on my temples but I was really stupid I almost blinded myself because some of the oil reached my eyelids. Loser. Anyway, I was able to breathe for a while but when the minty burning sensation calmed down, my “cloggers” blocked the passages again. Circle of a mucus’ life.
I also did not like the turnout of my hair. I hinted about it last night, didn’t I? I went back to the salon and asked for another runthrough but it’s Mr. Butcherstylist’s rest day. So tomorrow we’ll see each other again. I refrained from making hasty judgments about their service, even if I came across two specific and rather disappointing testimonials on their cred in treating different hairstyles. I’m going to give them a chance. When I returned earlier, it’s as if the receptionist was expecting me. I kind of caught a feeling last night that they did not wrap up their service well and I am about 90% convinced now that I was right. Then again, I’ll save my final judgment for tomorrow. Actually, it’s not bad at all, it’s not just what I expected. Last year’s way way better, to think that it came from the most distressful state a hair could ever come from, if you know what my hair looked like for the first 25 years of my life.
There were compensations, anyway. A plan that moved a bit, a craving sated, a proud moment to have watched.
Second, Raft3r and I sealed our travel dates later in the year and we almost looked into accomodations this early. For a while, I thought of what people would say when he and I go together. Then I remembered, why would I give a damn? I’m not gonna ask money from them. The only person I will ask money from is my mother (hahaha!) and she already okayed the idea of traveling with Raft3r (he’s actually one of the more harmless guys you will meet, although I haven’t gotten him drunk yet, bwahaha!).
Third, and the happiest of all, was eating fishballs along Pedro Gil. See, after my short visit to the salon, I felt like eating and my mouth instantly watered for the awesome street food of the common Pinoy. I specifically know a Manong Fishball stand in Padre Faura cor. Ma. Orosa but since I was already in Pedro Gil, I took a chance and walked that stretch in hopes of finding one. A block away, there it was, clustered with the Mamang Calamares, Manang Siomai and Manong Mami 🙂 I spent 20 pesos for both fish and squid balls and 25 pesos for a flavored bottled drink (C2). That’s almost a dollar’s worth of satisfying merienda 🙂 The only downside is I could have increased my amoebiasis risk to about 200% but hey, it’s three hours ago and I’m still fine. My stomach is built for the hard and nasty grind, y’all.
So as not to disturb the calm atmosphere, I watched The Soup, replied to seven emails or so, and then I will watch the replay of the SAG Awards ceremony after this. One day at a time, babies.