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Saturday, October 15, 2005

 
04:24: it must be idiotic accident week or something.

last tuesday, i dreamt that i was in a hotel room with bitter little girl, abby, my old college friend, my cool lit prof, and someone else who was supposed to be a friend from college. the five of us were just talking and laughing when we noticed a chicken trying to get in through our window. how on earth a chicken managed to fly that high, i'm sure i don't know. but there it was, pecking away at our window. then we all pretended to be asleep, as if that would stop the chicken from bothering us. the chicken was relentless. it just kept pecking and it was starting to crack the glass. jeremy, my prof, decided to just let it in before it broke the window completely. he got up from the bed to open the window. when the chicken came in, my cat, fitz started to attack it, which was fine wih us, since we didn't want the chiken there anyway. but then the chicken started pecking at fitz and fitz began to meow her complaints. so, being the dumbass footballer-wanna-be that i am, i got up and kicked the chicken out of there.
in reality, i kicked the wall at full force with my foot having been just six inches away from it. i woke up from the throbbing pain to find about a quarter of an inch of skin had been scraped off from my toe. and i didn't even have the satisfaction of seeing the damn chicken fly out the window. oh, but i did have my revenge. i had kfc for dinner.

yesterday, my toe was much better and i decided to go to makati for something. i hitched with wev and it started to rain pretty hard. the cab we rode had screeching wipers from hell. i don't mean squeaky, people, i mean nails down the blackboard SCREEEECHING, the kind that's physically painful. it's a good thing i keep my earplugs in a little case attached to my bag. anyhow, i was on my way home, walking along paseo de roxas towards ayala. i took the little service road over by the ayala triangle and took a couple of pictures. the ground was still wet and muddy so that when i shifted my weight to put my camera back in my bag, i started to slip. it was one of those things that you feel go in slow motion so you try to control how you fall. i made sure the camera was safely in my bag then stuck my right hand out in such a way that the envelope i was holding wouldn't land flat on the mud. as a result, i got scratches on the back of my hand, and mud all over my right pant leg, which basically screamed out to everyone who didn't see me fall that yes, i am indeed a klutz. the most annoying thing about it was the lone witness to my accident, a man who was about two feet away from me when it happened. as i was getting up from the ground he remarked, "madulas." taena! hindi nga? kaya nga nadulas yung tao, eh!

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