When your deadlines are having you for dinner, you just go on with the digestion and push through the night amid the slumber of the city that claims, never sleeps. I was staring at my monitor and thinking hard on why I failed to drag myself to work that Friday despite being nauseous (I took a Sick Leave instead.Ugh). I should not be doing this undone work had I downed a Redbull or three cups of coffee but HEY! I finished all of them just before the clock striked 12. So yeah, Cinderella is still fine.
I walked along the deserted Ayala Avenue when my phone vibrated. A name from a sketchy past blinked. “I’m at Pasay, where are you?”
What the soggy stinky sock is this thing talking about? I cannot see the completeness of the moon and there were no jeepneys, too. I remember this person’s lenghty story on engineering and wished that that call did not coincide with now. Now that is a decisive place. Now that is awake and conscious of the almost mistakes but nevertheless, almosts.
“You listen to Absofacto’s Lies. It’s a beautiful song. Also, do not call me ever again.”