I'm getting a facial and a message after blogging and getting out of this office and that's it. Grouchy does not even begin to describe what currently feel. All of these hormones pumping out of my system (NOT those sexual hormones, okay! most people associate hormones with f*^k) is making me so emotional and I could not control it. Yeah, okay, so I have my period, period. I still am feeling overwhelmed with that customer yelling at me like nuts. Maybe she is having her period as well. Women and their hormones. I had to placate her with a 100-dollar discount. Ha! That shut her up. She did apologize (sure as hell she should, the world's doom is not my fault!), but the damage has been done on me. I maintained the composure on my voice but my brain in actuality is splitting into two with all the thinking and explaining and energy to keep my cool. She unnerved me so much I could not help but cry. I had to take a little breather after that because I could not stop my hands from shaking because of all that emotion. I shouldn't even be blogging because I just am so tired. But so much has happened since December.

January marks one year of me blogging, by the way. And you know why I first blogged? Because my diary is full already and I felt I had so much to say that my slow handwriting could not catch up with the thoughts running my head. Besides, the paper wets as I lean my head to write on it. My body is on a better angle with the keyboard, although my vision is just as blurry with my tears when typing. That was also the time Tequila Sunset was born. I was depressed with a love about to be lost, in sacrifice for the salvation of the whole humanity. And I'm not exaggerating. Because my soldier, my Honey, has then decided to restart his mission with the Church. Gets? That's why I've always hinted that my tragic story is like that Korean soap opera from GMA7. Not that mine has ended. It warns of a continuation this March as he ends his one-year postulancy there in that God-knows-where mountains of Maguindanao. Excuse my pun. He might also be calling again because PLDT extended their 10-peso per call promo.

The problem is, I'm actually semi-attached or semi-single, just as a glass can be seen as half-empty or half-full, depending on how look at it. I told one guy the morning of the 20th of December last year that I am seriously considering the possibility of committing to him come this April, if he passes the board exam. And now, he is seriously playing the role of a semi-boyfriend which I detest. Naturally, I expect that he expect me to play my own role of semi-gf but not the other way around as well! Of course I thought that he would be wooing me still, given that I have privileged him of my 'serious consideration'. Turns out my condition has fueled further the pressure given by his parents to pass the board and to top it even. My best friend, who is his review classmate, explains that this frenzy is also caused by the atmosphere in their review center. Being a member of team who championed the local quiz bowl (wherein I emceed) of the organization (which is presided over by my best friend) does not help either.

There's two ogres hounding me on my masteral class as well...

Plus there's the pressure of keeping a good face since I'm applying for a higher position...

Preparing for another customized resume, the option of taking another career path instead...

So of course I need to be good in school as well and pass assignments edible enough for my strict professor's devouring eyes ...

But my very very short-term goal is a facial and a massage. (Hmm, and a yogurt wouldn't hurt, too!)

Alas, forgive my procastination and long hiatus, folks.