/sumasakit bangs ko sayo.
Showing posts with label I hate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I hate. Show all posts
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Usad-pagong
Sabi nila ang love daw parang ipis lang. kala mo patay na, yun pala buhay pa. parang ikaw. parang tayo. pagkatapos kong maghirap umusad, walang ka-effort effort mo akong hinahatak pabalik sayo. at sa halip na matuwa ako, pakiramdam ko kelangan ko pang mamroblema at mag-isip nang mag-isip nang mag-isip. sana di ka nalang bumalik e. hay.
/sumasakit bangs ko sayo.
/sumasakit bangs ko sayo.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
A blow job
This is a blow job. Because it is a job that sucks.
Not to be ungrateful to my current source of living, but I just miss writing for the newspaper. I miss the rewarding feeling of a published story that carries an impact to the lives of many. I miss visiting islands, climbing hills, wading rivers for a story to be told. I miss talking to interesting characters--celebrities or commoners alike.
In my world now, I squeeze my brain to accomplish paperworks for a day and at the end of it nobody cares so much, because I'm paid anyway. I would find myself wandering after office hours, hosting a radio show, ghostwriting for the lazy, and meeting my newfound friends--probably in search for that satisfaction and meaning that I have been groping for.
I am paid. They bought me for a price. I was offered this job, I didn't even look for it. And I know there are throngs of people out there dying to land a job, but I am just starting to give up!
Because I feel insulted. This job has bought my ideas, my talent, my vision, my time, my influence when I could have used them more powerfully and not just for the interest of the few.
I wouldn't want to be a few digits richer and feel like I've lost my mind and my entire life altogether.
I am absent from work today, because I am sick. I really am sick.
Not to be ungrateful to my current source of living, but I just miss writing for the newspaper. I miss the rewarding feeling of a published story that carries an impact to the lives of many. I miss visiting islands, climbing hills, wading rivers for a story to be told. I miss talking to interesting characters--celebrities or commoners alike.
In my world now, I squeeze my brain to accomplish paperworks for a day and at the end of it nobody cares so much, because I'm paid anyway. I would find myself wandering after office hours, hosting a radio show, ghostwriting for the lazy, and meeting my newfound friends--probably in search for that satisfaction and meaning that I have been groping for.
I am paid. They bought me for a price. I was offered this job, I didn't even look for it. And I know there are throngs of people out there dying to land a job, but I am just starting to give up!
Because I feel insulted. This job has bought my ideas, my talent, my vision, my time, my influence when I could have used them more powerfully and not just for the interest of the few.
I wouldn't want to be a few digits richer and feel like I've lost my mind and my entire life altogether.
I am absent from work today, because I am sick. I really am sick.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
In-sek-yo-ra
Ginagawa mo ang lahat para manira ng iba. kung ganyan ka at wala ka ng ibang paraan para makaramdam ng kahit konting kakuntentohan, kawawa ka naman. ikaw ang totoong depinisyon ng salitang loser. tumanda ka nga, paurong naman. get a life, man.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Bitter
It's quite annoying when people tease you of being "bitter." In a tragic relationship where you got cheated on, don't allow others to tell you not to be the "Bitter Ex." Reality is you ARE truly, madly, deeply bitter. You can't be apathetic. You're not numb! ANONG GUSTO NIYO MAGING SWEET AKO? For now, I am bitter. And if you have a problem with that, then STOP licking me.
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