PROLOGUE

Prologue

THIS night is driving me insane. I couldn't sleep. Probably, this is what I call late night jitters on What’s going to happen tomorrow. Actually, I'm starting to get bored of my redundant lifestyle. Being a part-time teacher was my night-job (If so, others have their day-job mine is contradictory). I'm still on the hunt of my next big thing. That ‘thing’, I'm referring to is not another abhorrent guy from my past or whatsoever cliches that you might possibly hunch on. I’ve changed.

Excuse me; I'm not working on any abashing call center company claiming to be a (MLC) Multinational Loco Corporation of some sort. I've sworn to myself that even if I'm on my lowest dingy state, I would never ever involve myself in it.

I know my principles are quite stiff, but maybe later on my elusiveness might make me bite the dust. But for now, I'm quite sure that I'm not into it and never will be. Though, two thumbs up for those peeps that can pull up with that.

Well, why the heck am I writing all these stuff. Previously, in moments of solace I was able to recapture the old 'me' and all I can say that “Isaiah is now freaking alive!!!" As I promised my misadventures will be back in world-wide-web.

Why I deleted my bustedisaiah.blogspot.com

I noticed that my writing style there is so demented, emotional, showbiz, political and what more should I say? Socially related? And I hate Taglish, more so reading it is pain in the eyes and who knows in the ass or if you read it aloud. (If you should write in Tagalog, write in full-ledge Tagalog; if English vice-versa.)

Back to drama:

Aside from that, I used it as an output for my mushiness and for some unsent letters that is dedicated to someone who's not even worth it. A part of my phantasmagorical past is in that blog, the one that I wanted to forget.

And lastly, I'm not busted.

Hello! Me, busted?

Dream on!

I'm back! Better, wiser, scintillating as ever!!!