I wake up early, beat the sun,
Another workday has begun.
Coffee strong and traffic wild,
But I just smile—I'm salary-styled. 😅

I clock in time, I do my best,
Meet deadlines, emails, zero rest.
Meetings here, reports to chase,
All just to win the monthly race.

Then finally—it’s payday bliss!
A moment every worker won’t miss.
But when I open my payslip wide,
I almost laugh (or cry) inside.

“Gross Pay: Amazing.” But wait—what’s this?
SSS, PhilHealth, and tax? What a twist!
My net pay shrinks, it’s kinda rough,
Like buying steak, then getting just fluff.

Withholding tax? I see the slice,
Did I work for me—or pay the price?
I know it helps the nation's run,
But can’t they leave a bit more fun?

I planned a dinner, steak and wine,
But instant noodles will do just fine.
Shopping plans? Delayed again—
Thanks to tax, I count my yen. 🥲

Still, I hope my tax is used
For schools, for roads—not just abused.
Not lost in pockets deep and dark,
But spent to leave a proper mark.

So every month, with heart and grit,
We pay our dues and do our bit.
For though the cut may make us blue,
We still push through—because we do.

Life’s like ML — real talk, no tutorial.
You spawn broke, low stats, and zero referral.
You grind hard, thinking you got a team,
Then boom — they dip, and crush your dream. 🫠

I got my 1st **** when I lost myself,
Gave too much, forgot my health.
Trusted people who only drained,
Now I’m solo queuing with pain ingrained.

Double **** — back-to-back betrayals,
No shields, no heals, just fake approvals.
Smiled in front, stabbed from the rear,
So now I only ride with the real ones here. 🧢

Triple **** when life went dark,
Bills, stress, no fire, no spark.
Family probs, fake love scenes,
Yet still I stood — no in-betweens.

I hit Maniac, mid-crisis vibe,
Cried in silence, kept the tribe.
Played strong, but I was bruised,
My own thoughts had me confused. 😮‍💨

Then came the Savage, full collapse,
Rock bottom hits with no recaps.
No one clapped, no one cared,
Guess what? I still repaired.

So I leveled up, bought my peace,
Deleted drama, signed a lease.
Now I’m Unstoppable — built from flames,
No cheat code, just earned my name. 🔥

Rampage, but I’m chillin’ now,
No flex, just purpose in my style.
Lessons learned, no space for fakes,
I’m cooking wins while silence bakes. 🍳

Now I’m Godlike — calm and cold,
Not heartless — just in control.
No more chasing those who fold,
I protect my energy like gold. 💸

And if they call me Legendary,
It's 'cause I walked alone when life got scary.
Didn’t need applause or fake hype,
I just stayed real, tight, and right.

In the quiet hush of midnight skies,
A dream is born where hope still lies.
It starts as stars in silent gleam,
A flicker deep—a secret dream.

It dances through the heart’s closed door,
A promise waiting to explore.
Though shadows fall and doubts may scream,
We rise again to chase the dream.

It does not shout, nor boast, nor plead,
It grows with love, with faith, with need.
And when the world forgets your name,
A dream still burns, a quiet flame.

So, dream, though winds may shake your flight,
For even wings are born from night.
No matter how far things may seem—
Life begins with just… a dream.

Ang mga babae… parang accounting.
Mahirap intindihin,
Kailangan ng analysis bago mo ma-handle nang maayos.
At kahit akala **** tama na ang formula mo,
Magkakamali ka pa rin sa computation ng feelings nila.
Bakit?
Kasi sila yung tipo ng asset na laging may hidden value.
May “goodwill” kang kailangang alagaan,
At once na mawala ‘yan?
Write-off agad… kahit ilang taon mo pang pinundar.

Ang mga babae, parang general ledger din.
Hindi mo sila pwedeng kulangin ng entry.
Kailangan consistent ang effort.
Miss mo lang mag-text ng "kumain ka na?"
Aba, may variance analysis ka nang aabutin.
At kapag sila ay nagalit?
Expect a full audit.
Every past mistake,
Every delayed reply,
Every seen-zoned chat mo kahit noon pang nakaraan?
Ibabalik lahat sa’yo — with matching attachments.

Minsan din, parang sila yung accounts receivable.
Lagi kang may hinihintay.
Time. Attention. Sweet words.
Pero kapag ikaw na ang may due date ng pagmamahal?
Nagiging uncollectible expense ka.
Pero ‘wag ka.
Pag minahal ka ng totoong “babae,”
Parang properly recorded investment ‘yan —
Steady ang growth,
May dividend ng lambing,
At hindi ka na kailanman ilalagay sa “disposal group held for sale.”
So yes,
Ang mga babae, parang accounting.
Hindi madaling i-master.
Pero kapag natutunan mo silang basahin,
At inalagaan **** parang pinaka-precious **** journal entry…
Matic yan na mahanap mo na ang tunay **** forever sa ledger ng buhay mo.