A Cursed Entry

To insomnia which translates to your not being able to sleep on time even if you really really and whole heartedly want to / not being able to report to work on time thus making you take the axe on ratings-day / missing the beautiful sunrise / not being able to kiss the early morning mist on the cool -ber months / making you light headed the entire day on weekdays much so when work is taxing and demanding....

To that nicely dressed woman at Sydney International Airport who offered a kakabayan-mother help only to dash away with with the poor trusting kababayan-mother and her daughter's luggages together with their passports after entrusting its lookout to the nicely dressed woman while they phone their sundo that they already are at the airport / that they do not know the place too well / do not have enough cash to take airport taxi / are quite hungry as they saved the inflight meal for dinner later....

To those who are responsible for / who are thinking of plotting something in the line of / have been privy to the information of a plot on / who are in the business of getting paid and getting really really good at killing journalists and good leaders....

To the men / priests / powerful people / entities in authority / pimps who molest children....

To the fathers who don't give a shit about their family....

To the bad politicians / drug lords / jueteng dukes / plainly selfish people who have led and still are living a luxurious life at the expense the Philippines and my Filipinos....

To the companies who unjustly milk their laborers for every cent they're worth / underpay their talented employees by giving them jobs which are more than they can handle but who accept the jobs anyway maybe because they are too afraid to decline and that its a modestly earning alternative to being a bum / who knowingly succomb to the corruption of the current government system by paying out bribes / who cheat on paying taxes / who contribute to blatantly polluting the environment....

To the high interest rates of loans that people would rather be subjected to just so they could realize a part of their dream be it buy a house / get a car / pay the mortgage / refinance other enxisting loans....

To the diet regimens that may have worked had it been easier to eat the shittly food on its list / are too expensive to religiously follow / falsely give hope but will not ever work / kill instead of let live....

To the myriad of reasons of each and every one of those who have not lived to be in the career they want and dream to be, be it financial / work / physical / geographical / circumstance....

To the issues that will never have a venue for expression....

To the secrets that we have promised to take with us to the grave even if it burdens our heart and mind for years until our death....

To our dependence on petrol as fuel / the crises that give birth to other crises / the slow-but-sure price increase of all basic living being's needs....

To the betrayal of trust / abuse of power / the so-called friends who would easily sell you out / injustices on our day-to-day normal-people type of activities....

To the sexual urges that never stop / leave you cold at night / leave you tired and cursing yourself for your self-induced feeling of filth the morning after blissful indulgence / are most often left unsatisfied / make you wake up in the morning to find a stranger you have just met, who smell of fresh flowers in spring, and who's happily married with the person she hates / are every bit as ironic....


. . . Fuck You, Assholes!

posted by Fritz @ 12:08 PM