I want to do a reflection on todays job at baazar.
Today work was enjoyable and easy job.
Washing hands.
But it seem more than that to me.
Everything seem to be on you.
For example, when I hear Ash trying to promo his shop,he will say Henna.
And i wld smile at that cos Henna sound like Inah and it always made me turn around to see you but no,no you.
Washing ppl hands,I will take the.chance to look arnd at my surroundings to see any chance of seeing you.
But no,no you.
Also had a chat with Ash maid,who happens to be a pinoy.
And I told her that i had a gf who was a pinoy.
I know its a lie but I cant help myself saying it.
It felt great showing off your pic.
Felt proud to have you.
But no,we are just merely friends.
I washed hundreds of hands but none seem to be the same as  your hands.
Only yours was right.
I work till my back hurts just to know youre with him now.
You might be kissing him now or hugging him and here I am trying to sleep with a bad back.
Its just hurt imagining and it cant be stopped.
I had nvr expected you to go over the limits and do this.
You said you go over to Maries hse and this what happen?
And now youre getting a shoe for me.
Im so.confused and tense.
If only I cld rip the bed in pieces and satisfy my jealousy hunger.
But no,I cant do that.
I have to learn, I have to.
For.your sake,and ours.
I must control!
Fuck this.

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