October 18, 2008 am

I had numbers of nightmare last nite and I blame it on the Jazz that has been filling the dark room since I threw myself onto the bed last nite. On my second thought, I guess it was coming from my cigarrette-filled black tee I wore to the net cafe. I did toss and turn and my over-workaholic brain dragged me to boxes of childhood recollections, family portraits, and there were just too many bouguet of thoughts of my recent life. The next thing was that I found myself lost in deserted dreamland...uninvited. I woke up at three in the morning...sweaty as hell and weakened by the lights coming from the TV showing the playlist of the Jazz MP3. My blindfold Servaas brough for me was hanging stupidly in my left ear.

Female singer sang a song beautifully in Italian. I rushed to the restroom, took a leak and realized my breath stink, and looked at the shaving mirror, I saw my real beauty: Hellish hair stood up and messed up expression. Walked back to my room, turned off the TV and sat there on the edge of the bed. I took off my shirt...then decided to sleep naked and kickedthe sheet and pillows to the floor.

Then I had another gross nightmare that woke me up at seven. This time, I stood up and rushed to take a long cold shower. Green asked me to help him taking the toilet and shower stuffs to the new house early in the morning. "7.30 will be perfect," he said.

I made the bed, the curtain were opened since a few days ago so I dont bother to do anything else. I laid back again and absorbed the silence of the morning, smelled my clean fresh body and stared at the door, then my cell screamed out the text message ringtone.
I opened it and saw a picture of a mug with text says drink up for a good day. I deleted it and sat, then it rang. Twice. I knew who it was. My die-hard darn stalker. I replied saying thanks and stop bugging me. She writes back the same annoying message, "I can do whatever I'd like to do, no matter what you call me. You should've thanked me. I love you no matter what, bro."

My hands were shaky from anger. I wanted to break something but I know I fool myself if I do so. I took a deep breath and dialed the number. It tooka while for her to gain the courage to pick up my call. I could hear background voices, distinct chatters behind her.

"Tika. Tika." She didnt answer right away. She cleared her throat and gave me her cheerful tone, "Hi..hi bro!"

"Can I ask you something?" Silent.

"Yeah, sure..."

"Listen. Stop the fucking phone calls and the goddamn text messages. Will you?!"

She said yes and spoke in alien language before I hang up. Then she texted me "THANK YOU."

After taking the toilet and shower stuffs to the new house, Green and I headed for the CableTV office and paid the bills. Now I'm on my way to Ellie's.

This is gonna be a nice weekend...amen for that