Just set the ipod to maximum volume, tack it on the garter of either boxers or briefs… then dance, dance like there is no tomorrow, dance as if your life depended on it, dance like you can dance… my daily workout regimen commence, I dance, getting my heart pumping… I’d be sweating like a pig… about to drop on the floor… I get up my stepper… step away for about 15 to 20 minutes… then I picked up the dumbbells… they were not mine, it was my uncle, they are 2 8lbs dumbbells, covered in green velvety fabric or whatnot—easy on the hands… then I finish it up doing abdominal crunches in my bed, a count to a hundred… then I lay flat… until I fall asleep… sweaty and all… a good night sleep…
I got home eight in the evening last night… I only planned to do an hour over time, in the name of dressing down in the office… but my call lasted for another 3 hours...
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Lunch, I ordered a dish named “Oh Tokyo”, rice topped with beef, mushroom and some sweet soy sauce… I have not decided whether I like it or not, I was hungry… I was eating alone, I usually do… I never feel the urge to ask anyone among my team mates or anyone I know for that matter in the office to have lunch with me… I took my phone with me to lunch, I usually don’t, it stays in my locker until I take my bag to go home when I get out of work… I have a textmate… yah…
I’m bored… stressed… he serves as a diversion… I don’t plan in meeting him in person… I don’t know how long can I dodge his invitation to meet… how long would my “I’m busy” alibi would work… but as long as he is there texting, I guess, I thought it is a cheap way to get my mind off everything… take it as an imaginary… virtual boyfriend… except that he is real, in a nether world…? Communicating to me only through an expensive gadget—it’s an
Angel would still be an Angel… he is an angel, an entity, I, a mere mortal, would be too ashamed to be even behold his presence… and an angel would only deserve an angel…
Hmmmm…?
I need to sleep now…
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