Broken Window

Ever felt like you’re in a twilight zone and everything just doesn’t seem to be in its right place? The other day, we had an event for the magazine and that was the first time I’m ever going on a night out since February. I was looking forward to it cuz I feel like I’m becoming such a bore staying indoors. But that night out turned out into a series of unfortunate events.

While on my way going to Citrus I dropped by to 7 eleven to get a pack of cigs, I bitched out at the cashier cuz she didn’t want to change my 500 bill. The poor girl probably cursed me that night. The minute I walked out of the door I tripped 2 freaking steps down! I was inches away from hitting my head on a car bumper. Good lord, I was dressed for the night! It must have looked pretty hilarious for everyone back at the store and they were probably laughing at me. I got all the strength and pride I had left, stood up and walked to my cab with scratches and a limping leg and went straight to the event. I was still confused and dazed about what happened so stupid little me ended up going down the wrong direction (as always). I had to walk all the way from glorietta 4 to glorietta 2 with a limping leg while gathering my strength not to cry. Well anyway, I made it to the event telling everyone my funny story unaware of another jinx on the way. While I was about to shake someone’s hand I bumped on the wine glass on the side of the table, I tried to catch it but I was too late, when my hand reached the glass its broken already and I felt the tip of the broken glass pierced through my right ring finger. I was bleeding all over the place and cursing myself for having such stupid accidents to think I wasn’t even drunk! Everyone tended to my bleeding finger and after a few drinks and strings of band-aid I was back to laughing at myself when all of a sudden my shoe broke.

Talk about having a bad night! I felt like I was in Final Destination where the crypt keeps following me to my end but I just wont die! Everyone was telling me to go home already or go to the hospital at least to have my wound check, but I was defiant. I was a bit tipsy already and I didn’t want my night to end feeling so disappointed about my first freaking’ night out. So there, after a few strings and tape, my shoe was back on and i transferred to another bar. I was finally having fun thinking my bad luck stopped already when the light of my cigarette came flying out of no where and dropped straight to my arm…my god…that cashier girl was probably so mad at me … I went home with a broken shoe, a limping leg, scratches on my foot, a cigarette burn and a freaking bleeding finger. And I could have sworn, that night I looked up and the moon looked so eerie, it was huge and red, and it’s dropped so low you’d feel like you could reach it…

What a night…It was like signs of some sort like something worse would come my way…funny, maybe it was just stupid and clumsy little old me but thank God, other than having to go to the hospital for my cut, the next few days went ok…

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