I advise that a double dose of paracetamol should come handy.
I am no writer.
I come here with the awareness that I am unable to change the world through my writings. Or say, whinings?
I am very much aware of my warped ideology, of my far-fetched conclusions drawn from those far-out ideas, of my grammatical insufficiencies, my foul language, and whatnot; yet, this is in no way a means of an apology. This, i mean THIS work of art or whatever you call it, is a full disclosure of a non-pathogenic amateur.
I should have begun my blog with a MABUHAY and a sincerest smile showing my perfectly aligned set of teeth right below my button nose since I intend to write anything about my beloved country and the people making (or destroying) it. But I have finally come to a final act, after nearly a week of sleeping on it, to just let my fingers wander around the keyboard with the message of my-thoughts-are-not-perfect-kind-of-crap drama. At the very least, I realized I am not a megalomaniac. Such light bulb moment is rare in one's lifetime!
And so, I say...
I believe in the right to free speech and gender and four-inch espadrille wedges and pink lip gloss.
I believe in shangri-la and the yellow brick road.
I believe that this country deserves a third, fourth, fifth chance... but never a yellow-bellied delusional blabber.
I believe in the power of positive thinking.
I believe in all things dark and dangerous.
Sometimes I choose to see things in a different dimension; but most of the time I stick with what I believe in. I am stubborn after all.
I write because I want to and not because I despise people and circumstances; to do so would be absurd and shameful.
I write, therefore, I am.
Did I say double dose of paracetamol or cat tranquilizer?
