I don’t want to get sick. Not now that I have tons of reports to submit. Oh yeah, and see I’ve posted three blogs this week! Man, oh please God, don’t let me be sick! Not even when I blog during office hours. Please forgive me! See God, I am choosing between the lesser of two evils. What they lack in monetary benefits, I take back from the other resources. The internet, the air conditioner and the computer for instance. You see, through me won’t my employers learn a lesson or two in good employee relations starting with just compensation? You inspired the creation of Robinhood, right? Please God, don’t punish me for this.
And please spare my parents! See, I live alone so no one takes care of me. Where does that leave me? It will drive me to go back to my parents’ house. Please I don’t want to inconvenience them and getting sick does just that. And what about my little nieces and nephews! They’re too young to get sick.
And forget I told somebody to f*ck off using her f*cking cell phone last night. It’s just that I am not feeling well and I get really edgy.
See, it’s a chain reaction of evils! When I get sick, I open Pandora’s box! And I fear what wrath it holds…
I know I’ve already sold my soul to Powerbooks and Tower Records, but please, oh God! Hear this psychopath’s plea!
Saint John Baptist de LaSalle, pray for us.
Live Jesus in our hearts, forever.
Amen.
Oh and speaking of LaSalle? I’ll still be on leave this term. I am supposed to take my Written Comprehensive Exams but Taft is the only campus left and it’s definitely too far for me. Both RCBC and LSGH slots have all but filled-up. Oh well, next term then. The things you go through to earn those three letters at the end of your name. What price to pay (and expensive at that!) for one to be called, “Master”. Can’t I just join a fraternity and be called “Mahstehrrr” too?
A mist is currently forming in my head, an idea for a story. I hope I get to write it in time for next year’s Palanca. Right now though, the words for that story elude me. All that’s there are wisps of ideas. So for the meantime, I soak myself in my influences.
Oh creative muses that possess John Irving, Ernest Hemingway and Lualhati Bautista, oh you divine gods and goddesses, sprinkle a few drops of your greatness on me! My faith is in YOU!
Ok God, I’m just kidding. I wouldn’t hurt to get well though, would it? And be able to write that story too?
