Goddess of Phone Bills

Pockets are getting tired of paying more than it could, 43000, for the record. Since then, it has been a monthly mantra, “Never call Pinas w/o THE card.” But what’s a girl to do when the only thing left to lift her spirits up (not even a truffle ice cream nor the biggest platter of sushi w/o wasabi can suffice) is an hour-worth of call, badly wanting to hear news and simply desperate to talk?

For that moment before sleep, a stupid smile is lingering, imagination is dancing and the heart, singing. But then, the next sunny day hears GUILT shouting, finds hopes of a GREEN SONY VAIO crashing, and devises a plan, a serious mode of STARVATION. Then and there, the mantra is recited and meditated upon, again and again.

Yes, the mantra works for a couple of weeks, stopping the itching hand from getting hold of that

BLACK TEMPTRESS

and from pressing on “005345639064881661 + call”. And a couple of weeks it is. That is all it takes to clog up every possible space with the mounting stress, elevated insecurities and even the mere nature of slight depression of not having to talk and hearing news. And with a clog like that, the strongest decongestant sure will have to be taken in. Prolonged suffocation is dangerous; tested and proven. And so…

“Kring…. Kring…. Kring…. Kring… Kring… Kring….”

Oh well, whatever happens at the end of this round and about monotonous clash of alter-egos, whether the GREEN SONY VAIO will or will not set foot on Philippine soil on February or whether or not the telephone company will send a thank you letter for being the “BEST CUSTOMER EVER!”, only the

legendary GODDESS of phone bills know. ;)