A Letter To My Stream of Tears
Dear Tears,
Need I begin this note to you with a greeting? I really do not feel cheerful enough to do so (I mean you make me cry every time).
I thought we agreed that we wouldn’t put ourselves to shame by throwing out all our ‘hard girl’ stunts and skills. I’m really not pleased at how you poke my lower eyelid at the front of a heated argument (Shey this thing would let me pursue my ambition bayii?). You more than anyone else, know that I am not interested in your presence at those auspicious moments and I felt you’d be much more considerate about my feelings (since you are often times attached to emotions). But, that is never you.
STOP FRUSTRATING ME!!!
I didn’t even realize how fickle you were and how disloyal you could be at times. I mean, where were you when I needed you 3 weeks ago? My eyes felt like a faucet that hadn’t been used in a decade. I kept asking around “Why can’t I cry?” This isn’t right.
I can’t keep having this kind of relationship with you. Why don’t we draw a schedule, Dear Tears? We can make it work, so we don’t embarrass ourselves. I want to remain the ‘Jagbolugi' (corporate TOUT) that people know.
Then, I was told that there are just a couple of things that are way out of our control. Things like my stream of tears…
