metatarsals

And so I made a blog.

For the nth time.

and hoping, it would last this time.

It's 1:30 am, with a cup of milk (bear brand junior for 3 yrs+) and a platter of mango float I deliciously made (my recipe is a best seller!) , I peek-a-boo to the world and hopelessly toils around this not-so-ordinary-kind-of -life called the net, hoping to ease the tension shivering in my spine, while the stillness of the night is periodically disrupted by echoes and shouts of euphoric drunk men laughing their hearts out, only to be rivaled by the shrill cries of equally euphoric gay queens posing outside.

I don't like this day.

First, there's someone sharing an identical name with mine, and for that I need to wait for 10 working days before I get my NBI clearance. What a drag

2nd, I feel uncomfortable because I never knew, nor expected someone's gonna twist a tie of lies and knot it at my expense, or more shockingly, at my future.

3rd, I wasn't comfortable for the turn of events. And for the life of me I could not really fathom why this world, with its several billion people, could not understand the difference between telling the truth and arrogance. between pride and prejudice, between ignorance and innocence, between a foul mouth and a stinky breath.

There's so many things I hate about today. But I'm not really thinking. I'm in this rare warring state of sleep and wakefulness, and my brain seems so worthless I can't even think of what to punch in the next few lines.

Perhaps I should punch myself. Or perhaps I should punch life itself.

Nope.

I'd rather kick it.

And I'll make sure my metatarsals will lodge between its teeth.