> waKing up anD beinG in Love

I woke up this evening to the sound of Briney Spear’s “Gimme More.”

Turning over, I let my left hand reach out for my mobile.

My phone’s waking my senses like crazy. I usually set it on a 7:30pm alarm because my work starts around 9pm. It’s become a habit of late out of fear of not being able to wake up early.

I can’t have that right now, of course. Not when for the next couple of weeks, I’ll be on a training mode at work. During this times, I will have to contend with rising up to meet the moon god that’s come to fetch and bring me to terms with a path I was very reluctant to take in the first place.

Talk about talking about irony in a most inappropriate setting.

My fingers gently graze across the sheets, clawing at every possible obstacle it would come upon. Each one turning out to be every printed training mateials I could have possibly slept with, except for the phone I’m trying to find.

A highlighter which, fortunately for me this time, I remembered to put the cap on before dozing off. Hooray for the sheets, I say. They live for another day. This one, at least.

My sunglasses, which has developed a knack for surviving tremendous pressure under the weight of a big fat slob of a lazy person like me was the next thing I laid my hand on. It’s a survivor. That’s all I can say about it.

Finally, I get to it. I find it lying on the floor, but still within reach of my arm that’s actually begun to tire.

A few seconds was all it took to exhaust all the energy of one lazy arm attached to one lazy body. The same one where you find two lazy eyes too lazy to open up to have made the recently-ended search that much quicker to accomplish.

It’s 31 past 7.

It’s “Gimme MOre” once more. I must have my phone’s alarm on “mangulit” mode.

There’s still time to waste so I shifted to dreaming.

We’re already friends but can you please give me more? Gimme more, gimme more. I just don’t want plain friendship. Gimme more please.

Hah! crazy me. Crazy love.

For indeed, I would give you my time, the world won’t matter.

To this fellow. Not just yet.

I’m falling for you my “Lord”.

Haayyy… hirap ma-in love.


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