it’s 5.30 in the morning here and it’s super quiet but that’s how our neighborhood usually is. i must be the only one awake within 5 city blocks, not counting the newspaper delivery men and the yakult ladies (they wear a really nice white and blue outfit here that seems to shout “i deliver milk”).
i just came home from karaoke with 3 of my officemates. it was a weirdly alcohol-free evening since they aren’t big on drinking. i would have wanted a few bottles in me but it would be embarassing to be the only drunk guy in the room. so it was mostly pepsi, and ice cream, and finally iced coffee for my then-sleepy liver.
back in my room now, i’m bizarrely awake in my near-zero decibel environment. i can hear the fan in my laptop and the fan in the net-tv box hooked up to my tv 5 feet away. the curtains try in vain to shut out the sunlight (which was been there since over an hour ago since it’s right smack in the middle of summer).
daryl. that’s your name! i don’t think i’ve ever asked you your name before (or have i?). your email has a sad tone to it, but maybe i shouldn’t be making any conclusions. do you remember your dreams? i usually do, but they evaporate in about 30 seconds after i wake up. when we were still children, my siblings and i would excitedly blurt out our dreams in stream-of-consciousness style as soon as we’d awaken from them so we won’t forget. lately, i notice that the 30 seconds might be getting even shorter. my last dreams had the smell of lamb chops in it somewhere, but that’s all i remember. i can’t even picture out the place that i was eating at in my dream. hehe.
do you like to read poetry? your email sounded like poetry. lately i’ve been thinking of again buying a book of poems. my last one was a book by e.e.cummings. but it’s in my room in manila right now. as for writing, hmm… i cannot write a verse to save my life. i must have written one poem or two for school but that’s it. and one of them might have been a haiku. (i always thought haikus were lazy.)
anyway, time for me to tuck myself in again. in a few hours, some friends in the building might ring my doorbell to ask if i’m going to church and again i’ll say maybe not this time. the church is 20 minutes away by bike and even now i know i don’t want to go. there are times i do go, but it’s more of a community thing rather than a faith thing for me. and church is about the only place outside work that i see filipinos. not that i need to explain why i go to church. 
my turn to catch some dreams now.
-kdc
