Tuesday, November 30, 2004

smoking gun

I changed the title of this blog from `musings of a freelance bum' to `no smoking joint'. I've been a bum for so long that it's quite obvious if I have to stress out what I've been doing for the past few days. Yeah. It's certainly a personal offense.

So why the No Smoking Joint? Nothing. I don't know. Seems a little catchy, though. No, seriously, it's some sort of resistance to the multitude of souls who puff cigarettes in my face--the unknowing victims of my literal retribution--and probably, an intangible evidence that a single person could scream out what others could not (and perhaps would not) attempt to.

Remarkably, this is my third time of changing the setting of my blog.

I am human.

I live in a world of discontent.

And discontentment is one of my vices.

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ballad of a homesick fool

Everyday is a thorn in the belly. A recurring nightmare. A broken phonograph. An incurable plague.

A monotony.

Wouldn't go away. Adhering like glue, like a solvent that serves as sustenance to the rugby boys beneath the Kamias flyover. Hallucinating.

An emotional discharge. Orgasmic contradictions.

Looking for nothing. Wishing for something. Hopeless. Incapacitated.

I just want to go home...

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Monday, November 29, 2004

keeping the heat

Whatever the reason, I'm pretty much fucked up like anybody else. There's nothing to get all fussy about, but as if a storm of angst suddenly popped out of nowhere--like a crazy tsetse fly hovering above, waiting to dive bomb. Technically speaking, I'm just as irritated as Donald Duck.

* sigh *

Backtracking to reality. I gave up my badge this morning, permanently severing my ties with the company that somehow gave me a pain in the heel and a screaming backache. It's one of the times when I can say that it's a some sort of personal liberation, a tough decision wherein you wonder at the end thinking if what you did was the right one. I dunno. I can't answer that.

I'm just irritated. And I don't know why.

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Sunday, November 28, 2004

the art of bumming

I quit my job after two months of getting dragged up from sleep at 5 in the morning.

It's a tough choice, but my reasons are enough to malign the institution (and perhaps, the department) where I was employed. It certainly meant that I won't have to put the details of my leaving and therefore save my ass from ending up being sued for any form of defamation. Technically, I'm starting my first few of days of reliving the bumhood I had so relished since I came to Florida.

Yeah, I know it's difficult. Money is liberating, I guess--and it indeed helped me in finding a way how to get that darn dvd I craved for when I was in Manila and aspiring for the time when I can get that title without having to think of the day the next paycheck will arrive. Now, I'm beginning to exercise a round of extensive frugality--had my last online order from amazon for 3 cds--a culminating purchase to my compulsive shopping vices.

Sigh. Bumming is a prison you can't get out.

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