THE DAY GOD TAUGHT ME PATIENCE

The situation:

I didn't eat any decent meal for 2 days since I was so busy advancing segments and my partner absented himself just for me to be home today. ergo: No sleep for two days. I have 2 strategic pimples near my mouth and another anticipated zit near the lip that aches so much. It's also the second day of my period so blood is rushing like wild river. I have to bring home the DVD player, the boxes of yemas and canisters of choco crinkles, 2 queso de bolas and food ek ek all placed in a christmas bayong. My bro texted that i should buy 2 roast chickens before i go home to our new house.

I went to SM fairview to buy that and EVERYBODY was in the mall. I queued up for the receipt of the fucking chickens and it wasn't a short line. My overworked, starved, unfertile and unslept body was carrying 4 bags when my phone vibrated.

All hell broke loose.

I dropped the bayong and the queso de bola rolled over while frantically looking for my cellphone inside my convuluted bag. I had to get the queso de bola so i placed the DVD to line up for me. I forgot that EVERYBODY was in the mall. I got to my line to see my DVD being trampled on. I accidentally ripped the order slip i had to pay while putting myself together. As i picked up my stuff, a SIKONG MAITIM came by my face and struck my anticipated zit near my mouth. He said sorry. OK. Sorry must be the hardest word ever. I tried to pull up my pants when someone cut me in my line just to pass through. My vagina still spurting with gore. My lip aches because of the zit. My hair all over my face. I carry bags half of my weight. I am thirsty. I am starved. I haven't slept. My world is turning orange

I stared at the ceiling waiting for Our Lady of Manaoag to shower me with God's love.

The result:

I collapsed.