Wooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!

Around 7:50am while waiting for my work place to open at 8am, a crazy woman literally ran me over with her huge body! BOOM! From the sidewalk I fell on the pavement. I was preoccupied with not falling on the wet, dirty part of the road and I made sure I wasn't going to bonk my head. I can't exactly recall what she did to me if she really pulled my hair or if she hit me. I just felt and still feel my body aching all over.

We took her to the police and they said I can't press charges because she is insane. The fucking government doesn't have facilities or programs to isolate people like her. I got no problem with her being insane. She mustn't be in her proper state of mind and she is dangerous to unsuspecting people!


Yey! What a great way to start the day!

I've uploaded some deviations...I wonder if they are worthy to be here at all...

this gallery is literally empty. i haven't uploaded my stuff yet. maybe soon...and when i'm more at ease with my freakin self...

until then... this will be a hollow tunnel...

What we had has always been a strong Love
Triangle---a Love Triangle between you, alcohol, and me.



Remember the first day we decided we're going to be
friends for life? We weren't alone, weren't we? There was you, a
couple of beers, and me.



Remember all the days and nights when we and all our
friends wasted our time away? We were all young, immature, foolish, and
selfish. Wouldn't you agree? There was you, there were cases and
cases and cases of booze, and there was me.



Remember that early morning when the sun and moon
were on the same sky at the same time? When I opened one of my sleepy eyes
around noon, I saw you sleeping with your mouth open, and I heard you snore like
a bear. I opened my other sleepy eye and remembered what happened a couple
of hours before we hit the sack. There was you, a couple of big bottles of
rum, and there was me.



Remember that night when we were hanging out with
our friends at a house, yet we all ended up sleeping on the sand at the
beach? That was a pathetic night because we were left out in the
cold. Earlier that night I was crying over something ridiculous. I
can still remember the red ants that got in your shirt yet you didn't seem
disturbed, you continued to snore like there's going to be no other time for
sleeping. When we changed location for the third time, we were all pretty
dirty and hung over. There was you, there were three bottles of tequila and a
case of beer, and there was me.



Remember all the other times when we celebrated our
bumhood? We were in awe, searching for jobs we never really liked, topped
the end of those days with boozed up nights. We and our friends shared our
damned dreams and ambitions over bottles of seasoned spirits. There was
always you; some beers, rum, and what have you; and me.



Remember that afternoon when you made me wait until
your damned football practice was over? I was bitten by hordes of
mosquitoes yet I remained numb because of what you said before you kicked the
ball across the field. You even gave me that infamous Math problem! It was
awkward walking and talking with you afterwards. You were wondering why I
was hesitant of your damned idea and you even said you're going to look for that
damned psycho who stole my heart away, beat the pulp out of him and keep my
heart for yourself. That was hilarious, believe me. I just laughed,
felt at ease even though we were almost arrested for drinking in public.
There was you, a couple of beers, and again there was me.



Remember that fateful afternoon when you said I'm a
damned Man Hater? It wasn't fair that two guys, miles and miles away
called me that awful moniker on that awful day. When the day turned into
night, you already made damned promises I thought you had the guts to
keep. I thought you were sincere, but then again, you were in the middle
of nowhere, how was I supposed to know? You were there somewhere, there
were beer bottles on the table, and there was me.



Remember the last time we saw each other? It
was a funny afternoon. You were waiting for me, I was waiting for you, you
were waiting for your damned friend to call you for that damned gig. It has had
been a while since we saw each other last so we started the whole game with a
couple of beers each. The rest of the day and night turned into disaster
right? You insisted that I should stay for the show and go moshing with
people I barely know. I could've had fun if you didn't man the
entrance. Of course I didn't want to hang out with the groupies...because
I was not, am not and never will be. I went home and realized it was a
damned disaster all right... The day after that was even worse because you
vanished like a damned bubble. It really was a disaster because it started
with you, the couple of beers, and damned me.



The last straw. A couple of days before that
you called and said all those damned things I never thought you had in your
damned vocabulary. That night, I asked you if you meant everything you
said. You beat around the bush. Then there was a bottle of tequila,
and then there was me.



It's been three months. It's time that things
should be back to where they once were.
Free from you.
Free from alcohol.
Free to be me.




*written sometime in Marfch 2005