When I arrive at the office on Monday morning, people usually ask “How’s your weekend?” and I reply with a very enthusiastic “Pretty good.” thinking of the things that I’ve done or the lack thereof. But really, my weekends usually turn out well as it has become a routine for me. Saturdays are spent at Rockwell either alone or with a friend to watch a movie or just hang around. Sundays are spent at home having a movie marathon of some sort or spending time with my family. It certainly isn’t the case for this weekend as it turns out to be horrible.

Saturday, I woke up cheery as usual, and went straight to the bathroom only to be greeted by my closeted-gay uncle (I like to call him Bernardo Bernardo) with his usual ramblings about simple things as having a videoke machine is “bad luck”. WTF? And this of course will be counter-shouted by my mother and their combined voices is enough to destroy the Great Wall of China. My dad started rambling about his phone bill and how cutting our DSL connection will reduce it significantly. This of course resulted in yet another argument as there’s no way I would give up DSL without a fight.

After all the arguments, I finally manage myself to get out of the house and into a cab. Effing cab driver over-charged me for a ride to Ayala but as I am too tired to argue I just threw the money at him. I arrived at the gym and surprised that it wasn’t crowded. Did my workout as usual but halfway through I realized that my locker key was missing! Rushed to the locker room to check as I have every valuable I have in there including my passport (Don’t ask why I brought it). After talks with the staff I finally said that just open it and let me pay the fine and quickly regretted it as it costs 600 bucks. ARE THEY FUCKING KIDDING ME? I’m not the type who goes into argument so I just give them the money and also asked that my membership be terminated. They asked for my mobile and said that they will call me before I can terminate my membership…I’m already there standing in the lobby, why do they have to call me?! Anyway, I’ll just cut them right at the source and report my card lost to the bank…let’s see what they can do.

Good thing the rest of the day went well. Went straight to the Powerplant Mall to watch Munich. Awesome movie though felt overly long. I had fun though and definitely got me interested in the whole Israel-Palestenian conflict by reading Wikipedia ’til the wee hours at night.

Sunday was also pretty bad but I don’t wanna get into much details. Anyway, I spent half of the day in the ghetto part of Manila because my mom has to check out some cheap furnitures for our new house. Surprised to see that there are hundreds of second hand TVs with dirt-cheap prices at the pier shopping whatever. The guy there was like “ser, plat po eto at may feychur in feychure” and I said, “ano?” and he goes “feychur in feychur, parang ganito po o.” And he pointed at the TV…”Ohhhh…Picture in Picture.” Anyway, as expected we didn’t buy anything as they look crappy and all have japanese menus. Now if they have cheap Plasmas then I might change my mind. Hee.

After being there I was glad to be back at Ayala Center where not everyone looks like they’re about to steal my phone. Now furniture shopping in SM Makati is waaaayyyy nicer and we spent hours sitting from couch to couch and lying from bed to bed in finding the perfect one. We didn’t end up buying anything though…pity.

This morning, having been back at the office, someone said “How’s your weekend?” I simply said, “Fucked up. Hope yours is worse.”