LOLA PROBLEMS.

 

A friend said, "Life sucks when you wake up and you realize you are now a grown up."

 

Your mom yells at you. Pulls you out of some layer of blankets and pillow cases.

Your dad endlessly honks the horn of your car.

 

it's 5:30am. why, God? Why?

 

You are forced to eat breakfast. Bathe under what seems to be zero degrees centigrade shower. Convince your mom that it's time for you to wear a real bra than a sando with boob shaped cups. And she nags right back at you with your unfixed bag which she reminded you the night before to do so. Then your dad honks the horn again. This time, in a more annoying pattern. So you rush to the car with your dripping wet hair trying to correct the unmatching buttons of your school uniform.

 

You reach school and poof! You left your project at home. A blue sliding folder with 20 pages of copy pasted information from Encarta. PROJECT in <insert subject here>. Submitted to: <insert teacher name here> Submitted by:<insert name here>. So you call your mom and tell her to have someone send it to you within the day. or at least an hour before that period. And she is furious....but sends it anyway.

 

Then the teacher woke up at the wrong side of the bed and asks you to get 1/4. You know what that means. SURPISE QUIZ! so that's fine coz you listened to the lecture anyway. but you don't have a paper! so you bully your seatmate in exchange of front row seats to your answers. Halfway through the test, your pen decides not to reach orgasm. It runs out. So again, you find someone to bully...in the most subtle way so your teacher won't think you're cheating or what have you.

 

The day goes on until the bell rings and you wait for your dad's car to swing in front of you. Bye friends! Then you’re back home and as a house rule, no TV on weekdays. Finish your homework, have dinner. But you still watch TV anyway. Or open your computer. Browse your book for yet another quiz tomorrow. Then monthly test. Then periodical exam. Then report card. Then recognition day…or none if you didn't make the cut. Summer meant being broke. then comes May and you jump on everything there is in National Bookstore. Worry which black shoes suits you now. Are you still gonna be in mary janes? Then you cover your books and voila! it's June again and the cycle goes on and you think school is never gonna end.

 

Here you are now. In a coffee shop with an iced coffee. Extra shot. Half pack of cigarettes. Your laptop. Staring blankly sometimes....thinking about life.career.love.money.bills.growing old.getting married.or not.then life again. Are you now what you said you'll be when you grow up?

 

When you grow up.

 

Growing up.

 

Grown up.

 

 

 

Your mom yells at you. Pulls you out of some layer of blankets and pillow cases.

……Because your alarm is so loud and has been snoozed for God knows how many times.

Your dad endlessly honks the horn of your car....coz it's broken. and he's trying to fix it all by himself.

 

it's 5:30am (or PM. whichever shift works for you.) why, God? Why?

 

You are forced to eat. You don't know if that's breakfast or probably your only meal for the rest of the busy day. Bathe under what seems to be zero degrees centigrade shower. Convince your mom that it's fine if your bra is seen right past through your shirt. And she nags right back at you with your unfixed bag which she reminded you the night before to do so. Then your dad honks the horn again. This time in a more annoying pattern...coz he failed to fix it by himself. So you rush through your gate with your dripping wet hair not caring about the unmatching buttons of your blouse. You'll do everything in a public transport including your eyeliner.

 

You reach the office and poof! You left your ID at home. A four- sided card with your new hire face and real name. And a microchip that would give you access to all the doors and turnstiles including your own computer. So you call your mom…just to check if you really left it at home and not just accidentally dropped it somewhere. She is furious....but she checks for it in your room anyway.

 

Then the big boss woke up at the wrong side of the bed. You know what that means. EMERGENCY MEETING! so that's fine coz you’ve finished reading your emails anyway. But you didn’t understood everything! so you bully your seatmate convincing him or her fill you in quickly in exchange of nothing but an extra cigarette. Halfway through the meeting, your pen decides not to reach orgasm. It runs out. So again, you find someone to bully...in the most subtle way so your boss won't think you're not listening or what have you.

 

The day goes on and there is no bell ringing, it’s past your shift and you’re still halfway through your deliverables. you wish for your dad's car to swing in front of you but instead you look at the cab stand from your window praying fervently there are still enough units by the time you line up. You sigh deeply as you finish your work…and force shutdown. Then you’re back home and as a result of a tiring day, no TV on weekdays. Freshen up, have dinner…or not. and still watch tv anyway. Or open your computer. Browse your facebook. Then twitter. Then your smartphone. Then your bills. Then due dates or disconnection notices...or none if you were lucky to find time to run errands and pay up. Every subscription meant being broke. then comes bonus season and you jump on everything there is in the mall. Or online. Then feel guilty and worry which career suits you now. Are you still gonna be an employee? venture on business? Quit and marry an old man with an overflowing bank account? Then you cover yourself with thick blanket and voila! it's the next day… again. .Snooze….Snooze. Mom yells… Dad honks horn….. and the cycle goes on and you think to yourself, how is this gonna end?

 

Here you are now. In a coffee shop with an iced coffee. Extra shot. Half pack of cigarettes. Your laptop. Staring blankly sometimes….and writing about this. About how times have changed and problems became complex as you aged and you wish you never did.

 

Are you now what you said you'll be when you grow up?