God, it's 4:09am and I am still awake. This is the adverse effect of working in a graveyard shift. I looked for things to keep myself busy but all I can do is to sit here in front of my PC and scribble thoughts to written words. I can't sleep and I won't sleep, either. Why? My heart is breaking me up in two. At this point in time that I am writing this, my friends are enjoying the night (with the fruit of the pay day, of course) chanting along with the reggae beat in Timog Ave, where I am supposed to be with. I now visualize Melch and Francis tossing up cider drinks while boy-hopping along the bar with guys wearing shirt printed with cannavis sativa on it. And Macy, oh I hear her now yakking "No Woman, No Cry" in a Bjork's singing voice, hehehe. Kay is silently pulling down the pants of a guy in the corner while smoking pot... in her thoughts :o). And Neil, oh the Neil who is every woman's dream to wed and bed is now cracking up a new Jologs quiz: "What is the name of Juan Rodrigo's character in Mara Clara?" to a newfound girl in the dark corner of the bar. Girl slaps her, oh yeah... in the butt! I wonder if Mark Lester is also with them. Above all, I've been thinking of them the whole night. It must really be fun. And I'm not there, huhuhu. How I'd wish I can suddenly pop-off here thru a warp zone and join the fun. I miss these guys since I was already transferred to graveyard.
Where am I right now? I am in the middle of my pitch-black room as only my monitor lits up the dark while lying in my bed is my girlfriend hybernating. Of course, I am more than glad to be with her for the night. With pride to see her carry our child in her womb (I can't do that, dummy). But what breaks my heart in two is to think that my friends are all there enjoying the night and I am here in the dark clicking my keyboard while sipping tap water.
I'd better go to sleep now.
