hour ago
my boyfriend was there
in my dream
he purposely caught a bus to
see me to work and
we started speaking about
my Fred Perry tote
he gently put his arm
around my waist
in shuffling crowd
it came as a surprise that
he does know Mandarin and
was speaking to my Dad during
a visit to some
Chinese cultural exhibitions
his knowledge was extensive as
they exchanged views
this part is freaking weird,
but I guess its part of the pressure
I feel I should fulfill when
it comes to finding a permanent partner:
my partner must be approved and likeable to
my dad as well or else
the hand-over would not take place
he is a good text communicator
and he sent me text like
“let me take care of you”
and he is a mastermind of
some tech-gadget geeks
unfortunately
I didn’t catch a good glimpse of
how he does look like
I hate waking up from it
I hate waking up from it
I hate waking up from it
for real..
6.17am it’s a Sunday
and I am in such a bad shape
recurring sore-throat and fever
piles of freelance work awaits
on my desktop
I put up with it through my
Saturday night and got knocked off
by 12 midnight
I didn’t have time for
the favouritest thing
of Saturday night which is to
write travelogue
and here I am in front of the PC
planning to start work at 7
and aim to finish by noon
and tomorrow is a Monday
ain’t no any typical Monday
it’s the Judgment day
Big Big Boss asked to see
us two who came in
roughly the same time
and our boss actually asked us to
prepare a work report of
what we have been doing so far
feeling real bad
I should be calling someone
and ask him to drop by
he would come,
I am pretty sure
but I afraid I would
break down and hug him at the door
(drama queen) and
that’s the last thing I pray to happen
because he would never ever pass
the approval test of my Dad
Déjà vu
what ever I dream of today
gonna be turning into
something real, real soon
cheer up
it’s a Sunday