baby me

I’m not feeling so good today.

I think I’m coming down with something.

Flu or cancer

or some unknown disease.

Yup I’m a hypochondriac. Whenever I read medical books or learn of new diseases I begin to feel the symptoms. I can never see myself growing old. I believe that I will die young. With the crack on my skull near my forehead or the cyst at my nape, who will expect to live long plus my other confirmed illness? I’m serious. I’ll let you felt it for yourself. And I’m afraid of check ups for fear of confirming my worst nightmares. Or maybe this is just plain laziness as my former housemates can attest to. Anyway, I wish I could just go home early and surprise my folks. “Mommy I feel hot” (just like the commercial) or “Ma, yayay gud ko!” with matching pout hahaha. Then she’ll fuss about me and prepare some chicken soup (read:Maggi chicken flavored noodles) and then I’ll read a book (A hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez is silently beckoning me home) , listen to music and curl up in bed. Well there are just some days when I just want to be pampered and treated like a baby. Days when I don’t want to pretend that I am strong and I can conquer the world. Days when I get tired of being an adult and just act like a child. Days when I just want to bask in my mother’s love and care. I guess this is one of those days. And guess what, I can get away with it. My mother loves me so. Bleh!

But my boss doesn’t! So back to reality Flo! Sigh I miss my school days when excuse letters can get you anywhere.