a writer, eh? not really. but why? because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am... real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me...
or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that.
because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about.. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care.
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bah... vacation. at first mention of the word i think of the outside skies with the sun glowering in its midst... white sand beaches... the cool shade of makopa trees... a large hammock pinned between two tree-trunks, and a cool, mild blowing breeze slapping smack to my face.
but then guys, my parents prove me wrong - again.
the first day of my 'vacation' period started two-thirty in the afternoon. eight hours earlier i was shook awake by dear father to chaperon *<- take note* my young brothers to their swimming class. why me? because. 'ayoko nga eh...' i stammered as i boldly confronted my 180-pound dad, staring right in his eyes. he sternly shot back and said 'it's not a matter of what you want or you do not want. you only obey.' ha! it took me a few moments to swallow what he said, but i conceded to join them in the dining table.
not a matter of what i want, eh? so my able parents took my rights. in a few moments i felt like going down from family heir to 'heralded' servant-slave. they better take that back. they better.
so... here is a final draft of my parents' proposed 'vacation' schedule (excluding weekends), effective april 20, 2005:
april 20 - 22 : chaperon my brothers to swimming class
april 25 - may 20 : start of whole-day cat review sessions
may 23 - 27 : enrollment week
may 31 - june 3 : work as part-time secretary for a developing isp company
well? there are still some good points exposed here.
a) allowance during vacation (salary?) : yeah, i'll be needing the money. for what? someday i'll know.
b) liberty outside the gate : at least i get to see the world outside the house walls and gates.
c) i get not to see my parents five days a week, half-day
i'd expect someone of you hit me hard in the back and knock me back to my senses. i might need that, and whoever does so will receive my greatest thanks. however, i will not tolerate anyone taking away my right over my life. i'd rather be a rebel fighting for my freedom that a slave rotting away in a dark room - not even my parents. i'm no anti-social guy, and i'm just about to prove that.
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**note: this is pure fiction, besides the schedule; the other texts are only an exaggeration of a very minor frustration of the scriptwriter here. hope you'd understand that most writers in the past have served either as soldiers or bandits. :D peace out to all!!
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