I had a long and tiring job yesterday, not that it requires my whole body to move, it’s just that I was force to sit for approximately 5 hours facing my laptop. I was a bit uneasy. Maybe because of my rumbling stomach, or was it because of my parched mouth? I was not so sure. All I know is that I was ready to cry then.
After what seemed to be an eternity, I finished the assigned task at around 6:30 in the evening. Just as I was about to stand up, my legs gave in, torturing me into an unexpected wobbling of my surroundings. Thanks to my conscious mind, I was able to grab the chair I was sitting on a moment ago. I was lucky.
Looking up at the sky, I tried to ease the pain I felt by believing that the sky wanted to cry with me. Yes, it was a pathetic fallacy my mind wanted me to deem. But I didn’t care anyway. I hastily wrapped my things up and started to walk my way home.
It was gloomy and a bit dark. I looked at the people around, it was so confusing. Though the city will never experience a typhoon, it was clear that raining from morning till night caused a lot of trouble to all the Davaoeños.
As I reached the apartment, I instantly turned the TV on and had my office clothes changed. Then put my things away, started to watch the news when all of a sudden, I remembered the date. A year is quite hard to forget. But I don’t want to cry either, so I started to play Colbie Calliat’s “The Little Things” when a tear fell from my traitor eye.
Haaaay. I wish things will be normal again.