Me, again

"Tama na," ika Niya. "Ayoko Na! sigaw ng titi Niya. Siya ay isang Luslos. Pinanganak na mag-isa sa buhay, pala-asa lamang sa Nanay niyang pobre. Inaasahan naman Siyang mag-hanep buhay. Hindi ito madaling gawain. Dahil ang kinalalabsan Niya ay tagapag-tanggol at tagaangat sa nakararaming tulad Niya na pobre lamang. Wala Siyang iaabot na malasakit o pag-unawa sa mga taong nakaka-angat sa buhay. Isa lamang mataas na pagtingin o admiration. Dahil hindi Siya maka-relate. Siya ay isang Luslos. Nilaglag ng Lipunan. Kinalimutan ng Tadhana.  Ang layunin Niya sa buhay ay pasanin ang mga tulad Niyang nakahandusay sa hirap. Ina-ako Niya ang responsibilidad ng mga taong hindi kayang bayaran ang hinihingi ng pamumuhay sa lipunan (demands of everyday living). Siya ay isang Luslos. Sa Ingles, parang tunog "talo-talo". Ang katotohanan ay hindi nalalayo. Pinanganak Siyang talo o talunan at nais Niyang bawiin ang masamang kapalaran sa mga taong ini-idolo Niya, sa mga taong naka-a...

I ordered a bunch of Macdonalds goodies that I’m having a hard time eating in my own bedroom because The Mang-Uusog is intent on making my meal a very difficult one to digest…as if telling me I should give some to him and his minions. I already gave some Spaghetti I cooked last week to his dilapidated tricycle parked outside our gate. This is my first decent meal of the day at 3:36 in the afternoon. It's a difficulty when the one guarding you insists on a life of poverty, being borne out of poverty himself. I don't mean to discriminate against the poor, just the ones who make themselves felt as such. I just hate putting good? food to waste. I don't really like MacDonalds but the maid insists on cooking me food fit for an Azkal. Sometimes I wish I was permanently out of his gaze. I swear I'll make this a reality soon. It (the entity) doesn't deserve me and I certainly don't deserve a Man of Poverty. Earlier today, after my "non-lunch", I was shouting m...

In today’s world where much malignment and corruption are rampant and you feel as if faced with insurmountable odds in life and sometimes feel like giving up, don’t. Case in point, our Philippine Senate/Government and their unprecedented corruption with their dealings with contractors of the DSWD and God knows what else that keep this Nation from progressing. One can only surmise that the Devil is in the works. Remember that the Devil has no power against God who is all-powerful. The Devil keeps doing things again and again with no increments of improvement or variety. It is as dull as an ATM machine who can only take money from you.  It keeps asking from you to feed its bottomless Ego. Every day, it does the same thing of taunting you, and tempting you to join his group, as if you’ll be getting a fare share of its collections. God has something better for you, for everyone. God does not want His people to suffer needlessly the way the Devil does. If the Devil is one-dimensional in...

Fawning . The word that comes to mind when thinking of the person who guards my every move…whether in the safety of my own bedroom, dining room or living rooms. An idiotic people-pleaser who acts in behalf of an assembly of guests, foreign and local alike; just outside my abode. This is his way of proving to me and himself that I am worthy of the world’s attention, acting like perhaps Phantom to my Prodigy. Whatever good it thinks it is doing; fact is, it is keeping me sick (in pain)...and tired of my existence in my house and in this god-forsaken city. Because anywhere I go or try to rest, it is there, ready to pounce like a gorilla on my back. If people (it caters to) think he is doing me a favor by being my so-called protector and guide, it is in fact doing the opposite of what it's supposed to do. It is a person borne out of poverty, born out of survival and it is doing everything in its deep envy to keep me down, both my spirits and physicality. It will revel in my every pain...

Hoy! Quizas! The Mandalorian's Credo is “This Is The Way!” Right now, I am eating lunch at Tender Bob's, North Towers. In order for me to reach the IMAX theater for the movie's 3 o'clock's screening, I have to traverse the entire SM buildings just to get there. This is a problem. Earlier this morning, as I was about to use the toilet at Radisson Park Inn as I usually do without much ado after my breakfast at The Block, I was suddenly accosted by the guard telling me that I was banned from the hotel premises with no given reason. I demanded for an answer to this unexpected turn of events and he made me wait for his superior who he was talking to via his communicator and who apparently gave him the orders. So I sat at Dash Starbucks at the hotel lobby and waited but his superior never came. I told him I was going back to see him tomorrow and maybe then, he’ll give this paying patron a satisfactory answer. What’s up SM? As for the problem in seeing the Mandaloria...

Lets’ talk about Winning now  Because people today seem to either have an obsession towards it or simply can’t break through.  (Spoiler Alert= This one is replete with idioms) Apparently, because I really haven’t really thought about it too much, I’m not obsessed with winning at all, sometimes you come to a point in your life when you really have to win out of sheer necessity. And this is the perfect time to do it and with things happening in our global scene, a perfect storm as they call it. Necessity being the mother of invention, I really have to win this time. I’m not going into specifics. I would rather go into how one would go about it…winning and maybe, I’ll have my personal breakthrough as well. How I consider myself is as a results-oriented person . I have no obsessive compulsive traits about me. I’m not even a workaholic like mommy who pen-pushed her way out of life. I just like to exercise my contraptions at hand. Here are three words that get you going: juggling, ...