Monday, September 01, 2008

The Juggler

Argh. My thoughts are everywhere. Visually, I could imagine a little man inside this head – he is juggling all these thoughts. And he is making me feel dizzy. These questions – I would I could the answers the moment I ask them.

Why I this fecking SIM not yet activated?

When is he coming back? I need to tell him something.

When do we do the telecon? Would I be able to tell him my every concern.

How can she make me cry? She’s a stranger. And she’s a fecking robot.

What was she thinking? Does she think I’m irresponsible?

Why am I such a sleepyhead recently?

Will I go see Japan? Would be worth all this stress?

Will he miss me? Does he miss me now?

What was she thinking? Does she think I’m trying too hard?

Am I gay?

Would that be ok with him? Or ayaw niya because that would be hassle? Eh paano na? Wala na ngang chance. Wala nang ibang way.

“Masakit. Di lang naman kita gusto eh. Mahal kita.” What? Bakit kinikilig ako kay Jericho?

What’s will all the details of that customer assistant?

How can I even dream of wanting to be famous when I get shaken with the ‘littlest’ intrusion on my private life? But hey, it was not ‘minor’ – was she spying on me? That being confidential? Who is she kidding?

An old maid? =Noooooooo….

Should I go home?

Where is home? (God, I just get tired commuting every day. Literally dragging my feet sometimes.)