ODDITORIUM

i’ve done it again.

i missed again the registration for the election. i’m not big with politics. funny because i can’t even explain my abrupt nationalism. as if, one vote can change the whole system in a blink of an eye. no hope, i say no hope for us.

connie told me rizal would’ve slapped me in the face. yeah yeah. those horrible idea of irresponsible youth, hope of nation stuffs can make rizal perhaps nag that about and shower me all those genius saliva of his.

connie registered but doesnt bother to vote either. “it’s okay, man. rizal can’t slap us. we’re taller than him”. wise ass slut.

as if, one vote can change the whole system in a blink of an eye. no hope, i say no hope for us.

sarcasm had been active with me just for the past few months.

my landlady again (crap! that old hag) ask me again if i’m 100%sure i’m no maryjane user.

yeah i get the deal that my housemates are skinny. but what’s the idea grandma, asking me silly question. your thin like us. baka ikaw.

she already asked me frankly way back on our first two months. “are you drugs?” (pun intended)

connie’s here but hell, i can’t offer any meet-ups cause i’m damn broke, noh bench?!

i hate the long agonizing days you need to endure before paydays set foot on your doorstep.

come on. knock now! or i’ll be knock down.