Its only proper to introduce myself, well what do you want to know? i figured nothing, either way i'm not going to point a gun in your head to read my blog senselessly, its boredom i guess, trying to write whatever in my head, mostly random nothingness, sometimes if i get lucky i'll be able to write something profound or interesting, but to what extent? i don't know probably its not at all interesting, like what i'm doing now, well enough of that.
I am a self confessed punk without the mohawk ( although i did sport that hair do twice in my 27 years of existence ), i don't wear leather jackets and 16 hole boots, you cant find any patches on my clothes either, nor am i looking for a riot, but i do listen to the Clash, Ramones, Rancid and Dead Kennedys.
My favorite films are Taxi Driver ( think DeNiro with a mohawk talking to himself on the mirror "you're talking to me?"),SLC Punk, Trainspotting, FightClub ( yeah yeah the rules of fight club ), 21 Grams, Memento, Salton Sea to name a few.You should check my collection of pirated dvd's.
What more do you wanna know? hmmm okay i do have a job, been at it for 10 months now, before that i was unemployed for almost a year,so yeah i know the feeling of living on dole outs, mostly from my mom, you get this feeling of being a boarder in your own house that doesn't pay his monthly rentals, anyway I'm glad that is over with.
So i go to my job every morning, like very early, i wake up around 4 a.m., i take the LRT back and forth from work, crowded rush hour is like a ham on a sandwich for me, everyday i try to suck precious oxygen amidst all those weary bodies.
Work for me is like work for everybody else, it isn't something to look forward to except maybe every 15 days, i try to burn those 8 hours at work without a fuss which means staying quiet and un involved with the usual office politics.
It sucks that even at work people need to envy each other, talk behind other people's back, i mean for what? mediocre if you ask me, although i try hard not to let me passed judgement on them, i try to go with the flow the best way i can, which is to shut my mouth off, try hard not to make enemies, and I'm not making friends either.
I'm not a very friendly person, I'm not one of those souls wherein you put them in a long queue, and after an hour they already befriended the person standing next in line with them, even if you chanced upon me on a trapped elevator for hours, i wont bother asking what time it is?
Unless of course you're a hot girl taking her clothes bit by bit, seducing me to relived Aerosmith's "love in an elevator". Alright I'm daydreaming again, sometimes i think Life is fiction and fiction is life.
I'm a big fiction fan, i love reading books, Jack Kerouac's "on the road", Truman Capote's "in cold blood" are among my favorites, i find Hunter S.Thompson's works as hilarious,Neil Gaiman, Chuck Palahniuk, Douglas Coupland, Albert Camus and almost everyday i discover talented writers from the past to the present.But i think i shall pass on Dan Brown.
Alright i think i have divulged enough of myself, i feel like a man whore already, like a politician, which reminds me if i should hate myself, but no, no, I'm not after your vote, and serving or stealing isn't my cup of tea.
But I'm not a saint either, I'm just like you, a sinner trying to be a saint, i had my own demons, wrong doings, bad judgement and other shortcomings.
In the coming days i will continue to write whatever it pleases me, i find writing as a form of therapy, because living in a world like ours is a never-ending cycle of frustrations, if you don't come up with a better alternative or an outlet, you'll end up in an asylum.
