ode to convergys, yosi, and BS! (for chowie)
EVERYDAY, stuck in the most uncomfortable seat next to the electric chair... staring at a full screen of cascade-able windows with a blank mind. and the irony befalls you when you wish sleep would. the constant ringing of the phone never fails to snap you out of your reverie--that is, if you have the time (or the strength) to slip into one. and you attend to other people's problems when you can't even solve your own. you answer in the most syrupy voice you could muster, wondering if the sudden wave of goosebumps is caused by the stiff airconditioning, or the thought of you--THE alvin bello salenga--being so goddamn fake.your eyes swivel towards the time, which never seems to move fast enough, as you instruct your caller to "click on that" (legend: that=variable) for the nth time. he/she still doesn't get it. finally, he/she tells you he/she will just call back. before you can heave a sigh of relief, another call comes in from someone who (surprise surprise) didn't-can't-won't get it either. you grit your teeth and tell yourself to just go through the motions--and you do... call after call after call.
at last, the much awaited 30-minute break arrives, you light 3 sticks of cigarrette in succession, thereby puncturing holes into your lungs to possibly mend the lesions in your brain.
"escape" in a soft-pack. ain't that nice. tsk tsk...
tapos pag-uwi, habang kausap ang girlfriend mo sa telepono, imbis na sabihin nya sayo na 'wag ka ng mag-yosi, ang sabi pa ay...
... "'wag mong itapon ang kaha; sasali ako sa raffle."
posted by Vanessa @ 5:30 AM
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