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A maniacal memoir.Ma. Odessa Liwayway M. de la Merced was a mistake.Adeline Mendoza and Antonio de la Merced were students in UST Medicine. Adeline was the daughter of Georgio Mendoza and Adelaida Sy, the top donors for hospitals across the continent of Asia. Antonio was set to become the CEO of one of the largest construction firms in the Philippines, until he decided to pursue a career in the medical field.Anton and Ada met, and they fell in love. Anton had a strong aura, disciplined, sometimes cocky. Ada was outgoing, graceful, often compared to the air of spring. Much like every woman who walked the earth, though, Ada had deep-seated rage bubbling up in her hollow chest, threatening to erupt at any inconvenience that crossed her. And much like every man who walked the earth, Anton was insecure and impatient, as selfish as they go.Together, they bring the skies down and rise above anything and everything in sight.One drunken night and it all falls apart. In Anton's '84 Mustang, June 25th of 1995, at 5 in the morning, Ada wakes up to the sound of tapping on glass. She first feels the warm skin against hers, opening her eyes to the sight of Anton's bare chest at the backseat of his car. Her eyes first scan the floor, the front and driver's seat, the center console... not a single used condom in sight.He fucking came in me.Keeping their baby alive wasn't the problem. They had thousands of bank notes at their disposal. No, it was the fact that they were still nobodies in the eyes of society. One who is aware of an old-money type of family knows that before their children gets lauded for their efforts, the needed to present a diploma. A piece of paper that decides whether they are worth the family name.Ada couldn't attend her classes. She couldn't complete her required field hours on time. Anton kept doing well, though. Because he's a man, and he doesn't have a fucking uterus.Before they could catch up, a baby girl came crawling out of Adeline. Ma. Odessa didn't cry when she came out of her mother's cunt. Upon birth, Odessa was already too prideful to show weakness—even if her crying was meant to be an affirmation of being alive.Odessa was a troubled child from the get-go. Not spoiled rotten, no. Troubled. Intentionally shattering vases for the fun of it, walking around her daycare facility like she owned the damn place, cussing out kids left and right at the ripe age of FOUR. Yes, she had a lot of anger in her, indeed. Paint the image of a little girl flicking the middle finger at her Home-Ec teacher in 2nd grade because she didn’t want to learn how to fucking stitch; that’s for stupid girls who don’t want to have a life.Anton was disciplined. He hated ruckus, and hated it even more when his own flesh and blood throws it right to his face. What other way to express disappointment than with a leather belt, right? At least twice a week, Odessa came to school with bruises on the back of her thighs. As ridiculously organized as it sounds, she gets 10 hits for every problem that she causes. Flip the bird to a teacher, 10. Crash the 4-wheel pedal bike into a tree, 10. Don’t eat dinner, 10. It was a normal occurrence in the de la Merced house.Yes, even when her little sister was born. No attention shift, no easing off Odessa because little Lina was watching. Matter of fact, Anton’s patience was cut shorter when he realized that he had two daughters to handle.Odessa wasn’t good at school. Failing grades, cutting classes, disrespecting teachers, name it all. A troubled kid, indeed. One line that Odessa never crossed was bullying. Most of the time, Odessa sat alone with only herself and her holo butterfly knife as company. In high school, the kids always had cliques. There are the mean girls and the jocks, the nerds, the otakus, and the average students. In the entire population of The Beacon School Makati, Odessa was an outcast. At least, she managed to graduate high school while still living under her bastard of a father’s roof. Immediately after her senior year in high school, Odessa left home with only a few rolls of banknote and rage to keep her breathing.With the money she had, Odessa got herself into a small dormitory somewhere in Manila while studying Fine Arts in a state university and working as a crew member in a fast-food restaurant. On her 22nd birthday, after she had graduated college, she filed a petition to legally change her name. The unplated cars and random disguised men following her around in the past four years were too much for her to handle without going insane.With that, Ma. Odessa Liwayway M. de la Merced was buried; and Armani Genesis Mendoza was born.Changing her name and clearing her entire background was Odessa’s first priority after graduating college. When she was officially called Armani Genesis, she had applied to become an apprentice at a small, start-up tattoo shop in Poblacion, Makati. The only evidence she had of her skills was her plates in college, and she got accepted as a junior apprentice whose main job was to restock selves and keep the shop clean. While in there, she had managed to get herself a studio-type apartment where she (finally) lived without 3 girls who couldn’t keep their shit to themselves.Eventually, Genesis had acquired enough skill to become one of the shop’s main selling points. Clean and fine lines, expert shading techniques, brilliant aftercare ideas, Genesis mastered them all. One of the things she was proud of the most was getting herself an iPad. It was the first luxury item that she had allowed herself to splurge on, and it made her job that much easier. Countless sleepless nights of doodling, creating intricate designs that she wanted to show her boss, and random art that reminded her of who she really was.Armani Genesis, a great tattoo artist from Makati. No more, no less.At the age of 26, Genesis stands tall at 5-foot-3-inches as the co-owner of Inksurgent, a tattoo shop in Poblacion, Makati that she built from the ground up along with her business partner, Ezel Schmidt.