dear diary

I'm back to writing journals the old-fashioned way...

A few days ago, i walked out without saying any word from the workplace because i felt that everybody sucks! with a lot of text messages indirectly asking me to go back, i decided that going home isn't a good decision and so i climbed three floors up and found myself hurdled with a lot of papers, memo pads and notebooks in the department store. i randomly picked a few of what i believe is useful and i didn't bother counting not until i was in the cash register.

With madness still overpowering me, i went buying spoons, forks, canister, mug and water container. By some force unknown to men, i got my sanity back. (mao ra diay tambal sa sapot)

As i sat alone in between an old man and a hippie girl, I took a closer look of what i brought and saw a 'fly and free' green hardbound notebook.. i opened it and decided that i am going to write again.

I stopped writing about myself a year ago. Because i would continue to hurt myself if i do so... and there was nothing good to write about myself because it was so plain that i wouldn't move a resisting finger if a stranger attempts to read it.

Anyways, after writing this, i would check my three-year old diary and pick whatever i can find to continue it. Aside from pasting candy wrappers and blood-soaked tissues on it, i know i could learn a lot about how i spent my life for the last three years... and keep track again.

If Jash can start reading, he would be my first reader.

of sms and stupidity

Things didn't start right this morning or rather last night was so bad that it had to ruin my morning. The ride to the office was fine, just the same, i closely examine all my seatmates and look for a possible threat and after making sure that perhaps, i am with good company, I took my phone from my purse. I took a very deep breath (but it didn't help). And so the war began.

Screw technology! Fuck SMS!

I had been into word wars but what I really hates is having a war through text messages. It frustrates me. And as much as possible, i try to control myself and confine my anguish! But not today! I so damn hate the fact that some people tends to complicate simple things that for sure a lowly cockroach can even do!

I apologize to the people who I had raised eyebrows (bisan dili ko kahibawo) with and ignored.

P.S. Stupid people are forever stupid. They could never change.