The Park

I am very much tempted to type in capital letters but I won’t. Perhaps, only certain words. And your welcome.

A few days ago, I was kinda happy that my December plans are taking shape. Today, it’s marred by a huge fucking problem. I mean, ‘HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!!!’ totally describes my feelings for the moment. Believe me, I had my share of cursing earlier. Lots of it. In English and in my native tongue. It’s so satisfying to curse in Tagalog. And thank god, nobody cut me off the road earlier, or else there would’ve been road rage.

To vent, I even sent my mom a text message with mild profanities. She, of course, as calm as ever simply text back with, “Wag ka init ulo. Talagang ganun.”, which literally means, ‘Don’t be a hot-head. It’s really like that.’ Pretty much like Calm down and take it easy. I rarely show my temper, but when I do, I explode.

I’m not sure how this is going to pan out. But I’m stringing out a solution. It’ll probably be okay, but the solution means me wasting a fucking grand.

Edit: In case your wondering, I’m in a hissy fit because I haven’t seen my parents and sisters for four years. The December plans was to go back to Manila.