I rubbed my eyes, checked my bedside clock, saw that it’s only 6am, muttered a few expletives,
riiiing riiiiing riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing
and checked my phone to see who was calling me this early.
hewhomustnotbenamed calling
I looked at my cellphone and waited for “1 missed call’ to appear on the screen. When it did, I got up and took a cold shower.
While massaging conditioner onto my scalp in circles, I contemplated on returning his call. What for? Exactly. I don’t even know what his call was for. After not talking to me for more than I can bear? What am I, an afterthought?!?!!! He’s insane. Insaaaaaannnnne!
But my insanity level’s way higher.
After 30 minutes of weighing the pros and cons of one teeny action, I called him up.
riiing, riiiing, riiiing, riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing
It also turned into “1 missed call”.
Moral of the story: Pag tinatawagan, sagutin agad. Wag nang magmaganda para di magtaka.
Damnit.
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listening to: Case – Missing You
Filed under: Confuzzled , missed call
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