And I had such GRAND plans for the weekend. Well, not grand. But it was meant to be productive. I was supposed to go to Iona’s house to borrow a gown which I need by next Saturday. There’s gym class. And yoga class. And the Cubao Expo Bazaar where I had been wanting to go to buy some accessories and the pink version of Golda’s new laptop bag (na may libre daw na payong). Plus, my friend Mike is leaving for Nepal on Tuesday so we had wanted to hang out before he leaves.
But alas, it was not meant to be.
Dahil tinamaan ako ng………… KILLER SORE EYES. Haaaaay. I could either have gotten it at the gym or at Wok Inn where I had lunch. Pero malamang sa Wok Inn. I distinctly remember that the waiter who served us had red bloodshot eyes. I remember thinking that it was some congenital defect, or wondering if maybe he poked his eye with a pencil like what happened to my classmate in grade school. When I went to our new headquarters, my right eye was so itchy na and I couldn’t stop rubbing it. My college friend and now hotshot TV reporter JT, who was in our HQ to interview Risa for Channel 7, told me not- very-helpfully that I had “muta na mukhang nata de coco”. (eeeeuuuuwwww.) At dahil in denial pa ako, I proceeded with my day’s schedule. Went on a work meeting in Treehouse, went back to the gym, and then had a nightcap with some friends in Taby’s. Pero sa Taby’s super watery eyes na ako, and because para na akong channeling Jaclyn Jose of the silent-stream-of-tears school of acting, I finally decided to call it a day and go home. Katext ko si Karl Marx, ka-opis ko, until very late that night and he told me to buy Maxitrol, at kahit abugado sya at hindi duktor, pinaniwalaan ko pa din.
When I woke up the next day, I couldnt open my right eye anymore. It was glued shut by “nata de coco muta”. With two hands I pried my eyelid open and stared at myself in horror at the mirror. Mukha akong nagmamanas na shrek. Waaaaah. I was hoping things would get better in the morning, but it only seemed to get worse. In full force na talaga.
I cancelled all my appointments that day and glumly spent my Saturday at home, probably the first time in a year that I was completely at home on a Saturday. Ok din pala ano, masaya din na buong araw ka nagbabasa ng Yes! Magazines. I just finished reading the latest issue with Pops on the cover. Mehn, can’t-put-down read. Masikip talaga sa puso. She put up with Martin’s philandering for more than ten years. Ibang klase. Naiyak nga ata ako eh. Maxitrol-laced tears. After my local showbiz updates, so I watched E! News on ETC. Britney now has overnight visitation rights over her two kids. Kewl. Until the next girls-gone-wild session probably.
At shemps, panay online surfing din. And chatting with Jordan, who was brimming with profound — albeit dangerous — sore eyes wisdom. (“Na-obsess ako sa Maxitrol. Patak ako ng patak. One day lang, wala na agad.”) I was also looking for resorts online for an upcoming trip to Boracay. The nice-looking ones are kinda expensive, and the cheap ones are fugly. Sigh. (Oh no, I think I just sounded like a cheapskate D.O.M. talking about gelz, hehe) So it’s either we stay in a postcard pretty place and eat de lata, or opt for a run-down apartelle with leaky faucets and go island hopping and parteeeeey in the nice bars and restos. I’ll think about it. Will probably look at our combined resources first.
It’s a Sunday now and I think the worst is over. My eyes are still maga, but now they’re maga not in a Shrek way anymore, but in an i-just-broke-up-with-my-boyfriend kind of way. I will probably have to stay home tomorrow even if the swelling completely subsides, bilang social responsibility to the people at work.
Oh, and as a final point to this blog that, REALLY, DOESNT HAVE A POINT, to the person leaving creepy comments in my blog, please stop it already. Of course I can delete your comments, as I have, but nakakainit ng ulo at nakakasira ng araw. Thanks. 
I wear my sunglasses at night… so I can… so I can….
