The Mang-Uusog! Ang Maamoy na Talampakan ni Mr. Ramos.

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 my head off in my own room just to make sure I got a half-decent sleep or rest I so desperately need.
I'm not making up these stories simply to amuse you. I feel terrible is what I would like you to know. All because of him. It.

If nobody takes action to show me a hint of help, then c'est la vie! I always end up saving myself anyway, even if it kills me. And folks, I'm. Not. Afraid . To die. For the sake of choosing a good life.

Right now, I'm going downstairs to bring my used cups and trash so the ants won't infiltrate my sacred space and I will be met with jeepney, tricycle, and motorcycle "filthy-loud" noises just to make me feel I shouldn't be there...eating normally or even visiting my own dining area. It's a vicious cycle, folks!

That's how insidious he makes his presence felt.

As for his so-called guests who he made my life "open to the public", you know the truth to what I'm saying! You are witnesses to everything that takes place in this godforsaken place. Thanks to Iglesia ng Cristo(ng walang hiya!)

My MacDonald’s Last Meal. (I hate MacDonald’s)

Tayo’y Magpalakpakan, Mga Kapalpakan!

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