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When I posted some of my thoughts and assumed to receive some comments in it from my readers (if there are anyone reads). I got fooled. Now, I better not to expect praises or criticisms to read on it but instead of confabulation.

Tama ba namang i-deviates ang comment box into a chat room? Huh? Well, these gals just did and take it for granted!

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mayan said...
naman joy!pabasa naman ng blog mu..hehhemayan

sebastianne said...
marriane! i-link mo ako sa blog mo, ang daya mo.

sebastianne said...
joy, i-open mo na naman blog mo, ang daya nito.

yoj said...
wohh!! sebastianne hu? pkilala k nman.

existential blues said...
I'm coming out clean. AKO si Sebastianne, hehehe!
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Anyhow, I don’t get mad. It just been proven after all that there is no big mountain high to flatten. For these gals, it is humanly possible to happen just to get in touch with each others. I think I did the right thing here. Thru this I bridged up the different parties that were almost lost in touch. Don’t worry for it is okay with me no matter how you take my comment box. I even have to thank you all for spending some time though. So go on, be free to post here of anything. With this blog as our means of communication, stops us no one in getting in touch. I missed you all.

Crossed Eye

I supposed not to mind people around me watching all my acts. They annoy me much. But even though I supposed to get used to it because they were part of my environment, still the feeling of being supervised freaks me out. I cannot stay up this any longer.

No matter how I tried tempered myself. Extended much enough my patience towards them. And hoping I can mislead them in staring back has still no qualm effect. It even gives them an invitation to open up some talk that I avoid to. Their magnifying lenses keep lingering on in me. How in the world these people don’t even understand my untoward behavior showed to them. Avoiding them in keeping mum and exchanging glimpse don’t seems bother them at all. They just keep on going.

Irk, I can’t get enough privacy doing my own thing.

So please excuse me. Will you stop crossing your sight from your desk into mine? What the hell were you thinking, huh? That I am not responding much good towards my job? Or that I am losing much time attending to some other things besides my work? Will you going to benefit something from me watching over? I bet no. Hey you fellows, you have some as well business to mind for. Spare me.

I know what I am doing. I have equally divided my time for all the things I want to do in a day. I have managed it for quite some times. And never had I left my work undone. Don’t tell me I have to explain this all to you? Because I now just did, damn. You were not my mother, my father, my brother, my sister or my mentor. Not even my immediate supervisor to care for. You’re one step down from me - employee status speaking. Come to think of it for you have no right to compare yourselves from me.

Stop using your swivel chair wandering from here up to there, please? That too as well bothers me. Mind you if I tell to rather focus your attention to your head like shape monitor instead of me? It’ll be going to blown up anytime now. Aren’t you aware of that? I hate you! Quit looking at me because you really freak me out!

(Somebody calm me down. My blood pressure is continuously rising up, up and up.)

You’re fucking shit!