the monster in me..

i am a peace-loving human being (and i’m hearing boisterous perks somewhere..) i am..i believe i am..

but times are not always how you’d normally cause them to unfold..much as you would want to do no harm..much as you would just nonchalantly (yet have a little due care still) let things be and let mundaneness do its routine madness..much as you would seem to be desperately brainfrozen by meekness and utter apathy --- the tendency to play it safe anyhow..some minds are really just too thick and chunky..

whatever is out there to be merry for (famous fairytale characters dancing your way)..

the thing is, i try hard..to hide the monster in me..that facet of my being that unleashes when my temper flares and my senses freak out..

i get mad pretty bad..i blow up pretty bad..but hey i always try to do it with some inch of class..i try at least..

only to fight..not to fight to cause hurt and induce pain..but only to fight to make a statement --- a really neat one..and knock some sense on senseless ego-busters..or simply-put, only to teach a nutty head some good ole grandma lesson..the kind that makes a crabby crab realize that the world revolves not just on its monstrous claws but on a million species of crawling and flying creatures too..

yes, i lost it again..but hey, i did justice on it..some people really need some growing up to do and a little taming on their jurassic manners..not that i ain’t in need of any though..but only because someone called and asked for it..i’d only have to give what was duly due then..

so while i am still trying to stand by my words and my act that one eventful moment of flare..i really need no anger management sessions..trust me..trust the monster in me..

motorela crimes..

after doing damage to jeepneys, the motorela a.k.a. pedicab, is the next victim in line..

once, i had 4 pesos..barely a peso short to pay..had to scamper through my messy bag, sifting through every pocket in it..nothing except two 10 centavo coins..and so i had to bargain with the driver..good gracious old man ‘manong driver’ didn’t let me off..i was only two blocks away anyhow, i would have sprinted my way to school..just in the nick of time for recitation..

another instance, my purse was badly empty..i only had bills..a hundred i reached to the driver..negotiating if he’d enough change for it, he started murmuring and blabbing in utter annoyance..i was not spared from manong driver’s lecture that night..in fact, i had a dose of it.. then again, i sauntered my way out the cab..

such a shame i couldn’t spare this minute traditional local transpo from my mischief..mindlessness..irresponsibility..

the offenses are indeed cuddling up..but is non-payment of fare a crime?! go figure..