hi

me? fraudster?

One thing I hate about my life at work is that they treat you like a thief. It feels like you have not been taught values to dig in info that should not be yours. Upon goin to work, you'll be checked. When you get out of the place, the more they check on you. To the extent that they could check ur packed napkins for some customer account numbers or any info. I was a victim of this inhumane checkin, violation of personal property. Today, when I was about to go home that bitch guard checked my bag and opened almost about everything, starting from my beauty arsenal, contented she dint see anything, still not convinced, she opened my other pouch where i keep my cards and post it notepads, she found nothin. And freakin' still not contented she opened my journal, reading each of the pages of my life. On one page she saw a series of numbers, her nose tellin her account numbers! She went on and told me they need to get my journal for checkin' , I freakin' said hell no! You can't get into my private life, you bitch! she wouldn't stop, so i just gave her the page wherein picture codes that shes houndin as account numbers are all written. I left in good faith and clear conscience that I'm not doin any freakshow fraud. My parents didn't brought me up to be somethin like that. So mad I went back and showed them the pictures with those matching codes, freakin' told me they don't believe! So, you say I fabricated those picture codes? Damn Hell crazy!!!! Let's see tomorrow, I know Ill prove them wrong, and I'll do it on their faces!!!

2009

same life. new year. what's in store? i dunno. this january things done: I've finished off reading the twilight saga, its a must read betcha! Edward and
Bella's lovestory is soo good to be true. Well other things done in jan? got my new haircut that I'm regrettin' and prayin wld grow rapidly. I'm still full of frustration. Though got a raise from work. that's a good thing to look forward to though.

rebirth

after death comes rebirth. a new start. beginning of an end. i stopped writing during my darker days. why? i don't have any reason. i was always questioning why is it that i always have to hurt? always be the one who gives in? always the unlucky one. but one day phoenix came to me and i have decided to live again. it was a struggle to survive, to keep up. but i have to be strong. seems that hardwork is paying off little by little everyday. soon i will rise like the phoenix full of fire and desire to live. i have rebirth and so happy to be back.

hello.

fully dysfunctional

I am writing this to feed the rebel soul inside me that is still struggling to be suited in a mediocre world. I have been living in this so-called "world" and I feel so enslaved by it. That is why I started to rebel.
In the first place, this is not really where I wanted but I am trying hard to make myself fit in, and besides I don't have a choice, I need to exist in order to survive. I have spent gruelling days making myself to be safely there to be able to accomplish my responsibilities. But I never exerted effort. What for? The world that I am in now does not nor even will not recognize it at all.
This world favors what they think is popular and what feels good or let's say will do more good for them. They will never see your potential to be out of slavery if it does not favor the so-called gods. So I continued to rebel and lived a fishbowl life. Everybody watches my little peepshow but nobody notices the things I do.
For so many years, I've seen a lot. Unworthy slaves placed on pedestals, so-called gods who are testing their new got powers to lower slaves, and the usual dirty works. I know this would never change. So, I decided I could never make it accept me no matter how hard I try. I know I have to dance with them and dig in the pool of slavery. This life really would not work for me. But for now, I still have to embrace because i'm still powerless. Being enslaved is also my way out of oppression. Deep in myself I also deserve to be in a pedestal. And I'm gonna work hard to get out of this rotten world.

011108 friday, 12.05p

i am really getting addicted to blogging. like morphine that enslaves, creating posts is being cathartic. downside of this new hobby is that i no longer have time for my folks, and less sleeping hours. i don't know where this would take me but i still continue to be a slave of my pen. as i go on thinking, i gave birth to three more blogs:

1. nine lives- almost immortal as we could call it. this blog is my journey to the paranormal. since i was a child i could feel there's a connection.
link: idreamofimmortality.blogspot.com

2. a day in the life of harajuku 5 - this blog is dedicated to my 5 most inspiring friends. i wanna make a film documentary about them, but since filming is quite expensive, i thought of an alternative. using pen is as good as camera lenses.
link: adayinthelifeofharajuku5.blogspot.com

3. signature poison- this was the original title of my pilot blog. but as i go writing, i was thinking of concepts. and a dark title wouldn't suit my first blog, so i decided to have this blog dedicated to my dark writings and rotten thoughts.
link: signaturepoison.blogspot.com

hope you'll enjoy my peepshow!