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Why must you walk the easier way to get to the store? Why must you take a wide and shinier highway and avoid heavy traffic?Be an egomaniac. Don't lend,and don't youdare borrow. When you read about a rock star's medical bills and her fading health, why do you have to tell yourself " I'll make sure that life isn't mine" . You're father's overprotective, losing the fun. You're mother's obsessive-compulsive, forgetting the strength. Now as you walk to work, you took an escalator farther than the one you took before. A longer walk, but I'm walking it. I'am walking what your walking .Convenience........Is...........Overrated

I sit here alone in the guest room. My sister's sleeping and my parents went out somewhere. I'm a bit irritated at the things that had been happening. Okay, I lied to my mother about where I went last saturday and said I was on the fashion show with my best friend, Mikey and his girlfriend, Cybele. Bad idea. My mom saw Mikey in Rockwell awhile ago and when she asked Mikey about the fashion show and my bestfriend was speechless. So does this mean anoter falling out ? Does this mean that upon leaving the house tomorrow, will she ostracize me again?I'm getting tired of this. No, really. I mean, my sister is going out with a guy who's older than him, to the dismay of my parents ( they don't know). The guy's name is Niles and my sister seems to get away with all these elaborate lies about him. As for me, I may be the guy who might not get a fake ID if I were still a minor that's eager to get inside a 21-above club gig. I'm a bad liar and I guess this is the ...

I have a new job now, teaching english at John Robert Powers. It's just part time and that's what seems to worry me, for I'm not very sure if I could live with that. On the other hand, where would you even get a high paying job that doesnt hold too much of your time? So I guess this is great. Add my possible stint for StarCinema. I guess that would be all right, although I'd need the right discipline to stop worrying about things, including this one. Aside from that, mother and I are having another falling out due to my teaching job and for the reason that I won't be working in my dad's office. I became really really petrified last night, and I waited the whole night for dad to arrive, that I didn't care to leave my bedroom, for I feared mother getting mad at my dad about me again, and since dad would be ostracized, he'll soon ostracize me It's tuesday again and I'm here in the store once again, where there are no customers walking in. Quiet. Ver...

Thursday again and if I'm not mistaken, thursday is the "day where I'm Likely to freak out". In my junior and senior years of high school, It was thursday where we suffer from math electives such as statistics, under the very rigorous and disturbing teacher by the name of Ms Santos and thursday had memories of annoying algebra exams where I could hardly win , plus the college entrance exam reviews where the competition was fucking fierce and everyone fucking confirmed anyway. At this hour, the art of possibly freaking out was revived. Thank God it's more sublime . I'm talking about the current walkout of Oakwood Mutiny participant and now Senator Antonio Trillanes, who walked out of his trial , along with his comrades The Magdalo Group. There is currently a movement in The Peninsula Hotel Manila in Ayala Avenue, Makati. Trillanes, Magdalo and AFP Gen. Danny Lim called for the resignation of President Arroyo. What scares me is that one of my best friends, Vince...

I went on a rage again awhile ago, and I'm glad Vince is still supportive of me, for I think I kinda bullied him by letting all my rage out on him. I sent him really whiny text messages , stating "WHAT THE FUCK DO Y'ALL WANT FROM ME"? I got really pissed at my dad and that teambuilding on sunday that he wants me to join in. Nothing against the people in his office, I just wish he'll leave me alone and stop thinking that I'm in need of some help. Aside from that, I remember that asshole from The British Council named Mike. I think he's a really really bad person and sometimes I wish I was a corrections officer everytime I think of him. Not very prestigious thing , all right. But when you're a corrections officer, you beat people up for a living , hahahahaha. With all the pain I'm feeling, whether it may be my pain or the pain I feel for other people that hurt, sometimes I'd love to beat inmates up for a living. But let that happen in an amoral w...

I just recently saw segments of The Henry Rollins show on YouTube and I just wannna tell you, I'am so right for feeling the way that I'am .God Bless You All. I saw the segment where Henry wrote a hilarious letter to Ann Coulter. In the letter, he invited Ann to live with him and be domesticated and what not, just for one thing : to make sure that Ann would "Shut the fuck up". I also saw that segment entitled America Is Under Attack, and instead of blaming Osama or Saddam, Henry lashes out on Bush,Cheney,Karl Rove and Patriot Act. He said that they have no right to spy on fellow Americans, calling the good old boys a couple of cowards and traitors. God Bless Henry Rollins Right now, I'm minding my mother's store here at Serendra High Street. I felt harassed awhile ago, when prior to reporting for work here in the store, I decided to buy a book. Unfortunately, my credit card got declined. I called dad to check on this, and he called back by saying that I already...

Awhile ago, I had another falling out with my mother. As I kissed her goodbye, she again criticized my new bag. My bag is this vintage leather bag that had the classic Continental Airlines logo, making you think "Man, they really know how to make commercial airliners look beautiful". Mom hated that bag, for she said that it makes me look like a poor man and she told me that she was just afraid of me getting ridiculed. I didn't even answer back, when again she became very intolerant and snappy again. Then she brought up the topic of me getting back with my partner, Margie. I mean, it felt weird and yes, I love Marge, and I did feel battered about the relationship. But it's not that simple. Still, she vows that she wouldn't speak to me for a long time. right now, I'm in my alma mater, in the place they call I-Nook, where you could surf the net for free, just show them some ID. I'm currently writing storylines and waiting for Ms Trina to be vacant, in order f...

I saw life again when I saw the spontaneous combustion caused by the radiance of downtown Manila. This time, it was in the evening. I took the Quiapo-Cubao jeep and even chatted with the jeepney driver on how I did a couple of job hunts to no avail. I explained how I was applying for Abs-Cbn Channel 2 , and hopefully once I get accepted there, I could soon apply for BBC and work in England. With all the pain and the confuson that I'm going through (whether it may be a direct heartache or a pain that I feel out of somebody's fall from grace) , I hope that I could finally do that, ending all the unnecessary heartbreak , provided that the solutions to these problems are hardly sublime, especially here in The Philippines. Anyway, I saw Intramuros with the streetlights shining in front of me. I don't know if I had Rocky Votolato's White Daisies Passing stuck in my head that time or not( That's the song that seems to be stuck in my head whenever I'm a so-called drug m...

I fear words these days. These include the words "training", "development", "work", "economics", "math", "success". Ohh, there are too many to mention. This morning, my mother asked me what day I would be free. I said thursday, and she explained how she wanted me to learn how to mind the store. She said she was training me. I didn't tka e it against her for she was being very pleasant awhile ago. She even replied with another question , which was "when could you be available to have lunch with me?" I said sunday, and promised that this coming sunday would be different , for I would wake up early for her. For some reason, I didn't refuse the work that she had offered for me, yet the fear and dirty winds of rigor that touch my face the way an abusive wife beater would squeeze his spouse's face. I just felt worried, that as all experiences in conventions led to rigor, the loss of my identity, exhaustion and...