A.M.

4:30 - cellphone alarms. snooze#1.

5:00 - cellphone alarms again. snooze#2.

6:00 - finally I will get up. sit by the dining table. prepare coffee. eat breakfast.

6:30 - shower time. try on outfit#1. won't feel like it. try on outfit#2. won't feel like it too. wake up ate (when she's not out-of-town) with all my kaluskos. try on outfit#3.

7:05 - realize it's late and i have to settle for outfit#3.

7:15 - finally leave the house

7:20 - battle to get myself on board the crowded (understatement) MRT or wait patiently for a comfortable bus ride.

8:30 - arrive late at the office. ask how my mahal and artemis are and if they've had breakfast already. log on to my computer. open my email. wash my mug. check my email. reply to emails. deliver various requests. retouch photos. take photos. take similar photos. look for images. compose images. take calls. make calls.

P.M.

12:00 - lunch break. take a quick nap. visit the OAP website. marvel at and get inspired by how some people easily gets to do what they only want to do and make so much sense to the world for it. text mahal how the morning went for him and artemis.

1:30 - open my email. wash my mug. check my email. reply to emails. deliver various requests. retouch photos. take photos. take similar photos. look for images. compose images. take calls. make calls.

5:30 - pack up my things. play with artemis. scold artemis. hopes he understand me. prepares his food. plays with him a bit more. puts him to playpen. my mahal drives me home. sometimes takes out dinner and eats in the car (sometimes we eat before going home). listen to boys' night-out. get patient with the traffic. hold my mahal's hand. stares at the flickering car lights outside lance's window.

9:30 - arrives home. eats second dinner occasionally if i like the food. watches teleserye or whatever abs-cbn show is on.

10:20 - prepares for bed. plays vortex. doze off to sleep.

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4:30 A.M. - Routine starts again.
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Truth is - I am happy. I have all the reason to be - Dondi, family, friends, and a few enough cents. But truth is, also, I feel like I seem to have lost something about myself. Is it meaning? direction? passion that talks about long-ago plans and childhood dreams and goals?

Is there familiarity in these lines? I guess. These feelings come so occasionally. These are wake-up calls I guess - that I have to grow up a bit more again...

Maybe enough of the snooze button. Maybe it's time to get up to get the true things started.

* I apologize for using the title without permission or reference