You would always know when you have had enough of something
like ice cream, novelty songs continuously being played - or worse -
requested on the radio, 20+ people ending up as roadkill for jaywalking
day by day by day by day by day,
love, falling in love, heartaches, falling over... from the bed,
sleepless nights brought to you by
=mm... sooo good!=
CHOCOLATE
toothaches
(cavities, anyone?)
plus, being disturbed from
=YES! Oh!!! Finally!=
A good night's sleep
for disturbing others the previous night when you had a toothache...
-
-
- you get the scene.
And yet, it always has to slap you in the face, every waking moment
of your life - like commitment - yeah,
I know what you want...
But then what do people really want out of their lives?
It's as if we are being recycled for millions of years in the making
and yet we have not yet reached our goal
to be that person we have always had wet-dreams of...
nope, it's not to be perfect...
and
no, I'm not male...
and
no, not penthouse models...
We actually want to make our stay in this little concentration camp
-erm, planet
WORTHWHILE!
and
WORTH LIVING!
What are we? kids in summercamp?
oh, I beg your pardon:
Facist-Anxiety-Gingersnaps-camp?
And for geezus sake!
WHAT ARE WE DOING???
Risking our lives by jaywalking only to get to that "BIG" sale at some mall...
Listening and letting some meaningless/pointless song
burn in you brain for that "its a fad!" excuse...
We are sooo sick.
Iba Talaga
'Pag
Ipokrito
'NO?
- I hear a lot of people say that
about me without them knowing or
when they turn to their backs
(hope they shrivel into raisins and squirm in PAIN)
so now i guess you know why i am
sooo fucking mad at the world
everyday...
now we know why it's inevitable
to talk behind someone's back
and yet keep the trust just to hold that
strong bond of friendship
oh, so sorry
That strong band of connections
taken for granted just so one
lands on a decent job nowadays on
thy sweet earth of my country...
I admit I have faults, but I try to change and I do see
positive results more and more everytime.
I don't boycott and I let out opinions without
going through being tortured and electrocuted on that chair.
I can work under pressure even if there is no one around
to help me. And goodness, am I the only sane person who
can last all day long in a cubicle facing some non-living working
companion without switching the view to games or chat
AND ACTUALLY WORK?
O-kay... I think that was a little too much for the little kiddies.
I'll see what I can do in a bit