Anything goes…

Yeah. They’ll shout at me for the device that has not been working since they’ve got it, that they’ve called in for a thousand times and that they’ve been on the phone with the previous tech for three hours yet the problem has not been solved. What would you do? Hung up? They’re just frustrated. They’ll ask if there is a problem with this particular version of the product, I can’t help but lie. They ask where I’m located, I tell the truth. I am proud of where I am. Heads up, he’s a first world country guy asking help for his gadget from a third world girl-next-door with an American accent.

Majority of the agents don’t even own a single product that they support yet they know how to make them work. How ironic. And the pay? I’m underemployed, believe me. The experience? I’d rather think that I’m helping a lot of people now than before. I’m hoping for more, soon. So my favorite question to my clients is, “Can you get online now?”

This is pleasure in a tube. I’ve been using it for a week now and the experience with it is ecstatic. One would not tire of scrub-scrubbing dirt on the face away. I’m not really into this but when I found out that the manufacturer is against animal testing, supporting community trade, defending human rights and protecting our planet I decided to get one.

Angels and Airwaves is flying on my speakers. Blink-182’s vocalist is back with a new band line-up. And music is just as fine, I just miss the deep voice of the ex-Blink 182 back-up singer/ bassist.

In my opinion, the gadget above is better than playing a guy’s *censored* I guess it’s gonna be nice hooking up with it all night. I imagine it wrapped in a Christmas paper topped with a red velvet ribbon and a card saying, “You’ve been a good naughty girl this year, Sherry. Love, Santa.” It’s worth the peni—pennies—I mean penny.

Have you ever fallen in love with a god where you can feel constant pain and then everything turns out to be in vain?

Love is there to make; I’d rather not talk about it but I’m yearning to

I would rather be loved without being admired because all I need is love

True that it can be found in nice things and places but it cannot be without its light shining upon gloomy faces

I’ll do anything for love without return; a sacrifice that I’ll be seeking less and less for the world.

I’ve given out a bizarre importance to do nothing but love. And I find it strange that I would love nothing in the whole world.

There is nothing more I can bargain but my dreams which are laid under his feet. I wish he’ll tread softly because he’ll be stomping onto my dreams.

But love seems to be a mystery for when I think that I’m okay with the circumstances, doubt seems to come along.

I have been hurt because either that my affection is ignored or taken for granted but someday these waters will stop to flow and then dry. I could not help but wonder if that time comes, will he still remember me?

For if I have not got all of his love then it’s better that I shall never have it at all. One or zero.

I can see the possibility of total defeat in this game but I’m also seemingly aware of whether it’s going to be right or wrong.

It has been said that love takes those who have their minds and gives them to those who are dumb. I don’t have a mind and I know that I’m not that dumb.

If  I’m going to have his love, the fear of letting go will still be lingering for I know it’s very difficult to leave a long-cherished love. And I’ve learned that those who have the most power to hurt us are the ones we love. And what kills love, you ask? Words.

For I love deeply; and the more I give, the more I get, I guess both are bound to be along.

It’s also unwise to love deeply though, for the danger of turning it into selfishness. Holding on too tight might be depriving the air to breathe and grow.

I have loved with all my heart so many times, or thought I did, that each left my heart with long ache. But loving someone is not wrong and I am not sorry for it. All I did was love and will never forget.

I will continue to love as many for love has only one arch enemy and that is life’s hourglass.

I don’t really know too much about love. But to those of you who have loved knows the power it can give.

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Sometimes there is, sometimes there is not. There is a little but it’s faint. So what’s the real score? Am I the only who’s turning the page? Am I turning it too fast? Is there really something in the air that is left unsaid or am I just misreading the signs? Anyway, I just mean well and I’m just fine.

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