go away :/

mood: downtrodden.

it's been raining nonstop for three days now.

i've always been a lover of the rain. its pitter patter on the tin roof.
the smell of the surroundings. cold wind that send shivers.
the feeling that i'd want to sleep in. sleep through all day.

but i guess there's just this hint on things when you'd call it quits.

nonstop rain turned this (already forsaken) place slumped more in misery.
i know it was rude for me to say that. but i'm just stating a fact here.

would you still love the rain if...
everything around has been soaked. heck, it's an understatement.
the streets seemed like river flowing out to sea.
our room in the office slowly morphing into parts of "waterworld".
landslides made the roads inaccessible.

oh, this poor place. (that's me morphing into the apathetic self i once was...)
"waterworld". felt like doomsday is inching its way in.
nowhere to go.

nothing to fill our tummies. would we die of starvation?
how weird can this get? i'm saying such as i'm clicking away on my laptop... tsk.
i just feel sorry for myself. i've never realized i would come to this state.
i used to complain about food served before me. then i learned to be less picky...
but but this.

rice and some random fish sabaw for lunch? (just because...)
i don't mean to be demeaning. but i just think it's unfair.
why would you serve (almost) stale food to your consumers?
everything served on her "cart" seemed so yesterday.
fried fish fried for the umpteenth time. pork dishes tasted weird to the verge of staling.
i thought i could still thrust it down my throat, but i can't.
hence the italicized "hefty" lunch. and i had no other choice, i was famished.

why would they serve such? is it because it's been raining and it's hard to head to the market to buy fresher goods to cook? is that so old grumpy lady? or you're just simply doing this to earn... and not do service as far as food SERVICE is concerned? i really disdain being in her carinderia. :/

for a nano-second i had a flashback of home.
my mom never fed me rice and some random sabaw for any meal.
and life here at faraway land had caused me this.
how pathetic can this get. i felt so sorry for myself. sigh.

thank God i'm coming home.
kontiing tiis na lang.
my days are numbered...
thankfully.

rain rain go away...