Today marks the effectivity of your recognition as part of the growing clique of unemployment. Again.

Your resignation earned you nothing but coins, just enough to sustain your sanity to accept the fact that it is part of your 'semi-charmed' kind of life. Perhaps. The grand exit could have been possible but the piece of paper made you a SHE, and also gave you a month less in the employment record. Really bad.

I think I just overreacted about him telling a lie. A hint in his email address says that he was not lying. And why would he lie in the first place? If he then lied, so what?

Grrr… Do not be affected by that… Focus…

Since I will be disconnected to some sources of livelihood (a masseur of confused thoughts and a freelance pornstar to catholic students) sooner, I savored the chance to bombard electronic data to four needy companies who always have their usual advertisements dominate the pages every week. Ennui, but still I am hopeful with fingers crossed doing the middlefinger sign to drive away the bad luck. And I don’t want to speak luck anymore, it recently drives me crazy.

Oh how I love boredom. It made me do testimonials to other friendsters, and at the same time, made me practice typing in vernacular which was harder than I ever imagined. I tried to be conscious with word formations and sentence constructions but then again I sucked with it big time. (Space for curse here…)

And one thing, I found out something (or was it a technical glitch?) about his birthday, but I am still unsure if I am sure Im right. What the heck! Why do me care? And here I blab to myself while… He texted me. I lied to him…

When I was a kid
Counting numbers I easily did
One, two, three I went
Reiterated for the nth time spent.

My grade school teacher was the tribe’s queen
while we sang little indians we hadn’t seen
Straightening fingers from clenched fist
Dancing to the rhythm we couldn’t resist.

I thought Math is as easy as ABC
Until letters become unknowns as X, Y, Z.
Let x, let y, let it be
It’s making me dizzy, can’t you see?

Math is everywhere, it’s here to stay
Even to places I usually go and play
Running away with it to infinity
Math will always find me ’til eternity

*poem made for someone else’s project

Washing the dishes.
Singing.

Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothin’ could go wrong
Now I can’t breathe
No, I can’t sleep
I’m barely hanging on
Here I am, once again
I’m torn into pieces

Crash. The glass slipped off my hands and broke.

I smiled the coincidence…

It’s been a while since… Ok, I am not singing. I am just filling this page with some more nonsense to somehow break the hiatus. I am not dead nor I rested in peace, but how I wish the silence on the keyboard was coherent with some serenity I wanted. Blah, here we go again. The melody of the drama is starting to play chords. Bump…

I was busy. I became a masseur of confused thoughts after I had became an officer to some lousy cadets armed with pens (sometimes nothing) and sometimes disarming me if not giving me headaches while they would execute their dramatic exits like they were the protagonist of a soap opera. I gave them problems, they gave me more problems in return. Part of it contributes to this stress, seven times their force over my lean body area; wishing that the strain will elongate my body to a greater heights or height. But La Nina brings unpredicatable changes in temperature that shrinks me more to limpness. Gee, its making me sick, literally.

That leaves me to calculate the compensation of this stress and strain. Or I will just strain off the stress in me. Whichever is effective.