Internal Sunset of the Restless Mind

Let’s talk, you and I. Let’s talk about me.

The house is empty as I write this. The rest of the family has gone into a late Sunday stroll. It’s unplanned. They left without me because I was all curled up in my bed, sleeping, trying to regain the energy I lost from working my ass off throughout the week. If you’re working, sleep is the best reward you could ever give to yourself. Not a cup of ice cream. Not even a trip out of town. It is sleep.

I’m home alone and it’s cold outside. Say it’s a good weather for cuddling, fooling around, kissing. It’s a good weather for romance. If I am my younger self, I’ve probably already asked somebody to come over. But I haven’t. I’m not sure why. All I know is that my interests have changed. Growing up, I call it. Or, maturity.

Around 7:30 AM of January 28, 2011.

Cubao station platform. Just like the typical rush hour scenario, people were trying to squeeze their bodies into the train. A security guard approached one flock of people because a door of the train has been blocked by a man with a big backpack, trying to get in. The guard said, “Next train na lang po kayo, hindi na po kasya.” To which the man with a big backpack angrily replied, “Wala kang pakielam! Nagbayad ako ng ticket ko kaya sasakay ako kung saan ko gusto! Bayad ‘tong ticket ko! Wag kang makielam!” The guard was caught off guard, looked fazed, shook his head, said “bahala ka,” then walked away.

Buendia tunnel. I happened to be standing in front of a man carrying a child on his lap. The child was a curious one. When the train entered the Buendia tunnel, the child asked his dad, “Papa, gabi na ba? Bakit ang bilis mag-gabi? Kakagising ko lang kanina, ah.” Moments later, when we got out of the tunnel, he asked his dad again, ”Papa, umaga na ulit, papa! Ang bilis naman! Hindi pa tayo natutulog, e.” The dad just shushed his son. The son was my daymaker.

True story.

Oh hey, I’m not talking about relationships with people (that’s why I said something). I’m talking about tumblr.

On second thought, forget it. This question is invalid.

So many hot people here in Cebu — the bang-me-against-the-wall kind of hotness.

I thought I’m gonna be working here but I’m getting paid for having fun. Thank you, company.