quiapo holdaper

I was born on the 357th day of the year 1984 in Gregorian Calendar, inside the asylum city. It is the last day of the Autumn season in the Northern Hemisphere. In the Southern Hemisphere, the last day of the spring season. Also it is the birthday of Japan’s emperor, Akihito. I usually walk on Quezon Avenue while raining and don’t have an umbrella. I pop bubblegum to the ears of my co-passengers at public utility jeepneys. I have this excessive desire to read the text messages of the person next to me on Tamaraw Fx while listening to Nicolehiyala and Christsuper. I am the epitome of the non-conformist conformist. I am a slave of my laptop. I do write to contribute something great in this harum-scarum society but I just realized recently that I promulgate stupidity in the world. Well, I do it anyway. I love postmodernism… What is it? I am a repugnant person. I am indifferent to what they call mainstream. I don’t like the usual programmed life that my mother planted to my poor brain when I was twelve years old. I don’t like to get married and be attached to it forever. I don’t like to have a husband. Rather, I like to have a wife.