Many people believe that the number 8 is a lucky number. Today, Chinese numerologists say that luck is even tripled. August 08, 2008 is 08.08.08.

You could here wedding bells around, could see a Mega concert and of course could watch the Beijing Olympics opening ceremony. 08.08.08 is the longest and busiest day of the year.

But unlike Google, I’m not completely feeling lucky today. The first half of 08.08.08 is a series of either unfortunate or turning point events. I still want to attract positive vibes and remember the quote which May sent me. I hope that after the day ends, eight will end just like any number.

I started Otso Otso (Eight Eight) with an inquiry to Globe Telecoms Customer Service. My unbilled charges shoot up to P9,000+ because of Internet rates. It’s ridiculous and what-the-frack is going on. Since it was already P6,000+ two days ago, I did not surf the next day but few minutes after twelve midnight, I received a notification of the said enormous amount. I asked Globe to cut off every GPRS, 3G, MMS, WAP connection I have. I cleared my logs to monitor bytes coming in and out of my phone and uninstalled Fring and Opera Mini. Furthermore, the previous ticket that I raised is still not resolved. I am charged on top of my Flex credits for Internet even though I haven’t consumed all of P2,500 worth of credits.

On the brighter side: It took only at least two rings for the call center agent to lift her phone and answer me. Plus, I managed to control the wrath which I used to release immediately.

08.08.08 8:00 AM is my scheduled personal training at Fitness First. I liked it when I was informed of that period because my sleeping hours would be extended (but eventually wasn’t because of the Globe thing). I could eat a good breakfast too. Though, spaghetti was the best earlier.

But as I arrived on the MRT Cubao Station, the “traffic enforcers” of the train calls for a stop entry. During morning rush, I usually approached the first line guards to have me passed since I’m heading north and would not add to the population of the commuters southwards. Most will travel to Makati or Ortigas and occupy the entire platform but not the other direction. Bad luck is I was not allowed. One guy from the front of the line said ‘Pumila ka don.’. It was really a bad trip to start because I’m few minutes ahead of my schedule and had planned on my mind to warm up before 8AM so my instructor and I can maximize the 1hour training. Screw you, MRT. ‘Para akong tangang minumura ang MRT sa sarili.’ Pakshet ka talaga, MRT. I informed my instructor that I’ll be late because of the situation.

On the brighter side: Because of the adrenalin rush, without any cardio warmup other than brisk walking to Trinoma, I was able to press some weights more than the what I was able to do during our routine on chest last week. The same thing happened on the inclined dumbell chest press.

After an hour, it’s time to travel all the way to the south. It’s MRT again. On brighter side: no pushes happened and there were still vacant seats as we left the North Avenue station.

I wasn’t able to make it before 10am at the Taft Station. I had to get a taxi cab for a faster ride because the shuttle at the Coastal to the office is not reliable and I didn’t want to be late and got reminded by the boss of the time (though, even we’re on flexitime). On brighter side: there’s no barker and P5-P10 barker’s fee. The taxi driver though wanted tip but fortunately the ride costed me P80 and 20 pesos is not that heavy. And thanks to this day, I needed not to wait for a lift because as soon as I arrived, the elevator opens its door for me.

Actually, all of what was written here is nothing compared on what’s the real story of the day. I’ll just keep it to myself.

But no matter what, like what May said, even a stopped clock shows correct time twice a day. Every bad situation will have something positive.

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