changes

am i right? there's this song sung by a beautiful black singer with the likes of aretha and roberta stating that change is cool. i heard it sung by a pinoy pop superstar contestant. it stuck in my mind. well, change is cool. not as breezy as it seems but indeed change is cool.

*my biggest change would be the fact that i am again in the lopez compound. less commuting hassle since my apartment is just a sneeze away from it. 9-6 jobs aren't for me, so is makati. i really can't stand it, being there everyday. waiting for the time to strike at six. what a waste, just thinking about it makes me want to roll my eyes in boredom. We can never really get what we want. Everything has a catch. This change would mean less sleeping hours and more eyebags. More pressure and ngarag moments, but i think, it's much better than trying to make eye contact with the office mice.

*I knew this would happen. Damn. It did. I think its a curse. For one week, he can't help but not check me out. Day in or out. Lunch in or out. I have calculated the time when will my phone get a text and i know that its from him. When he will call and what he will say. I never asked for it and i never pressured him into setting his pace for me. I knew that something would turn out unfamiliar. Now that i have set a pace for him, he then stops. Why can't you just follow the path you set for me? Now, you break it away. Geez, men shouldn't just make you comfortable in a pattern then break away from it just like that? Wait, what is this? A new breed of familiarity?

Well, i have to second the motion. Change is cool. But, it's cold this time.