0357. sometimes you struggle so hard at work, even the journey to just the next day alone becomes hazy and blurry like spectacles fogging up when alighting from a cold bus, much less the next week. im tired of fighting this war alone all the damn time. bahhh.
anyway, come weekend marks the festival of the faux patriotism yet again. this country turns 43. dont laugh. it's in its infancy compared to giant continentals like the great orient and the united states. and i frankly dont understand what's there to celebrate:
the 43rd year of lee domination? or the 43rd year of pseudo-democracy?
only the skeptical truly know. and the politicians themselves, of course. because they know best; especially knowing what's best for their swollen pockets.
that aside, the only saving grace of the august festivities is the fancy pyrotechnics. it'll be the ONE AND ONLY reason why i'd try to like national day.
let the rest of the week come and go easily as breaking wind. hello weekend!
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