Early Morning musings and Manny
I slept at around 5:00 this morning. Crazy, crazy, crazy. The sky was already beginning to gather light, while my mind remained active as ever. I wasn't scared though; I was accompanied by the voice of a Muslim man chanting over loudspeakers in the distance. Add to that the hellish collective crowings of a bajillion roosters, some of them just over my neighbor's backyard. Ooh, If only I had a slingshot...
But it felt nice. I felt strangely calm and unusually refreshed as I lay on my bed and looked out the window. So this is how a 'morning person' feels like. I was so energetic that I felt like I could take a nice walk outside, or even go jogging in the cool, damp air. If only I could feel like this everytime I wake up in the morning; then perhaps 7:40 classes wouldn't be such a pain in the rear. I then fell asleep 45-or-so minutes later.
I woke up at exactly 8:32 in the morning, partly due to the morning heat and the sound of my phone's alarm(which totally pisses me off since I still have'nt figured out how to cancel it--which means I'm always shocked to wakefulness at 8:30, whether I want to or not). All the energy I had a few hours earlier had totally dissipated, and I was left with a throbbing headache and aching, jelly-like muscles. I didn't want to get out of bed but I had to since it was Sunday morning and my 'generalissimo' of a dad had decreed that we were going to mass early(his reason: so he could return home in time to watch the Pacquiao-Morales fight).
At least the cold shower partly got rid of the lethargy. At mass I thought I would sleep all throughout the homily, but--surprisingly--I felt fine; I even sang a few church songs(off-key as usual). We ate lunch, then went to NCCC to buy groceries. There I ran into a mirror and saw a zombie staring back at me. I swear it totally looked like I had smudged the charred remains of a burnt matchstick under my eyes. Scary. No wonder some people gave me quizzical stares at the mall. Grrr.
Then we went home, just in time to see Manny pummel a visibly thinner Morales at round three. Erik looked like a lost boy as he sat there on the canvas. Pooh-pooh. Anyway, whatever--I still the think boxing is barbaric, savage, animalistic, yuck yuck yuck.
On the other hand, I just can't help but envy Manny and the P50M+++ that he's going to bring home again. That amount would probably take me 30 years to earn, if I'm lucky. Sigh.
My current LSS: "Laban mo, laban ko, laban natin to..."
Labels: Sundays and Saturdays
posted by Adobobo @ 9:47:00 PM
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