I woke up at 4am. I thought it was past 5am. I just looked passed my mom, then she asked me what I needed. So, the first thing I ever said today was: “I’m hungry.”
She asked me whether I wanted an oatmeal or Homi noodles for breakfast. Hmmm… Oatmeal is healthy. Okay, I’ll go for Homi. Hehe.. But I didn’t say anything, I just pointed at the red and yellow pack of insta meal. A lousy choice? –Not necessarily. After eating, I had to go to sleep again. This alarm clock kept snoozing until it was about 630am. Did I really choose to turn it off or I was just too sleepy?
I had to get myself a decent breakfast. McDonalds was a good choice.. though not necessarily. It was just by far the most convenient coz I had to get some cash too. Walking to the office was a nice feeling. Three days getting stuck inside the house with this illness and everything is really… ugh.. what a feeling! The sun was shining brightly and all was cool –not necessarily. The walking I did hurt my skin too.
“..please, I need help..” “Okay, but I am sick”
Yeah, I am sick, but I am at the office. Have you not heard of people who just can’t leave work because of the people they love needs them? I am busy but not necessarily too busy for a hand. I might be sick but not necessarily too sick to forget the people who need me.
I am sweet, I am caring, I am thoughtful.. I can be anything you think about me.. but not necessarily.