Stress, with a capital S.

All of a sudden I became so interested on adopting this junk-sort of contraption parked along our street and get it into running again. This big piece of a junk is a Mazda 323 Familia model '95, an old taxi and has been stocked up for almost two years. Truth is, I'm not really into getting my own car, I'm fine with commuting and having someone pick me up or drop me off, whatever. I just want this old piece of Sh*t to be a use to everyone and of course for myself. And also, I'm not yet earning that big to get my own set of wheels. And my tito made me a deal, if mom said yes, I can go on fixing/owning the car.

My fickle minded mom said yes without any doubt and as first step to get this car running is to have it registered again. Hello penalty, hello disconnection sh*t, hello transfer crap and yeah, RIP OFF!!!

And this broke my freaking heart apart, mom said not to push through with it anymore, cause it's bulok, sirain, etc and she suggested that I get a second hand car instead, which wasn't really a bad idea. Then gradually, she started talking about the beach front lot we have in Cebu, the undone condo in Pasig, water and electric bills. I knew where it was going.. A big bubble formed above her head screaming:

HELP ME WITH THE BILLS!
HELP ME WITH HAVING THE CONDO DONE!!!
HELP ME BUILD A HOUSE IN THAT LOT IN CEBU!!!

Then I just found myself saying YES to those. Earlier today, I was caught in a trap. They got me a post-paid Sun line (group plan 999) and they expect me to pay the monthly dues.

STRESS defined.