the entry about a bad day

patience is a virtue that isn't exactly my main winsome trait. close to an hour of waiting for my friend raymond in particulate-soaked, dingy shopping complex, or the lesser known lucky plaza, my innards were at stratospheric boiling point and i was about to fly into a frenzied rage. the presence of the ubiquitous "pee-li-pee-nas" (read: filipinos) on sunday afternoons didn't help much either. oblivious to their immediate surroundings, this special breed of homo sapiens are the equivalent of the chiropteran bats: they engage in ultrasonic chatter that hurt our ears, throng the areas in raucous groups and congregate in squalid, seedy habitats (that is of said shopping complex).

under such circumstances, the order of the day was to avert my anger into positive, dalai lama energy. what better way to appease myself than to scout for the best merchandise, i thought. i had decided within the next moment that i wanted a sony playstation 3. genius! i trudged around and thereupon found myself standing in front of a rundown gaming shop and a salesman of questionable integrity looming behind the counter. the corpulent mister had squinty eyes, pockmarked complexion, and when he smiled his insincere, crooked smile you could see the gold-filled teeth in place of where the real ones were. as if that wasn't charming enough, he wore tight flannel trousers that showed off his hairy shanks and chubby ass-cheeks.

during the transition that led to my purchase of the playstation from this wholesome-looking swindler, it was all a blur. the grubby salesman certainly knew his way around me, the new fish waiting to be trolled. the price he quoted me was $550, but that would be prior to 7% sales tax (many thanks to our thoughtful parliament). the console was supposedly a local set, which yielded a one-year warranty. an "export set" would have been more affordable, sans the warrantee though. his advice was to stick with the local set, even though it was pricier. when i asked him to throw in a game for the console set, his hobbit hands jabbed fervently at his calculator again and showed me a figure i was convinced i had cut a good deal.

i went home lugging the impossibly heavy console box, happy to have made a reasonable haggle for both parties. i unearthed the console from within the cavern, styrofoam and all, only to realise i have been had for: the warranty was nowhere to be found! he was definitely not going to get away with that. tomorrow, the mess-er shall be the mess-ee!

this half-dome shaped hulking receptacle adds nought a touch of class to my zen finery.

as if that wasn't marvelous enough, one final pisser of the day was certainly a cherry on top of a fantastic day: my one and only pair of plastic-rimmed glasses gave way and became a two-piece article.

lost and found: willy wonka wants his mono-templed speckies back.

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