A day in a life in a Town called Sugbongcogon

Like falling from a skyscraper and reaching terminal velocity you keep falling and falling and falling until finally you crash into your bed. You wake up suddenly. Your eyelids fly open. Blinding sunlight assail your eyeballs and then bouncing off the white curtains reveling tiny specks of dust floating. You try to focus and you don’t remember a thing after you puked again the night before. Flashes of people and someone helping you walk forced themselves inside your head. All grainy. After that…nothing. You cant recall anything. A sinking feeling hits you like your caught unprepared on a final exam. You want to go back to sleep but you cant. It’s too late your brain is already wide awake to the few gazillions of deadlines that has been constantly bombarding you. A sudden tide of headache starts to swell from the back of your left eyeball way up the frontal lobe.And as much as you want to go fast,your eyes could only wade slowly as with the tiny specks of dust floating by and then finally resting at the bedside clock. What the bleep! It’s almost midday.Throwing away the sheets and wiping your drool on your cheek, you haul your carcass up assuming what is known to the humans as a vertical position.

You start to walk but you cant seem to make the first step. Your feet starts to move but each step is just too heavy. You walk the walk of the living dead .Like Frankenstein you need a jolt of electricity. And until you had your fix of caffeine you wont resemble anything human for the rest of the day. A year later you reach the kitchen and prepare your coffee. You hear orange and lemons playing “..and this angel has flown away from me…” So 2007. You don’t give a puke, you just need your brew. With the first sip comes clarity or so it seems.

After you have taken your bath, the first complication begins yet again– what will you wear? You look at your wardrobe in disarray and start picking combinations. It starts slow and gradually with great effort and sweat you desecrate your wardrobe and when your finally so pissed off ,you settle for a t-shirt and a jean you wore for the last 4 days.

You walk towards the front door. As you float by the mirror, you have a feeling that this isn’t you and you are not in your real body. Your are in someone else’s body…or something else’s. You re-traced your steps and you look at yourself in the mirror…you see yourself. You slam the door shut as you step outside just in time for the breeze. Mahogany leaves falling, birds chirping and flying by beneath clear blue skies and the quite J.P. Rizal Street. Beautiful trees you finally croaked. But watch out for the falling seeds. Falling at 9.81m/sec² they’l do better in putting away your headache for good than your fix.

Just when you are about to enter your office your assistant meets you halfway and say, “the mayor wants you upstairs an hour ago”. You force a smile and head for the stairs. You glance at your watch. It’s still 9am. This is the problem about being human – you gotta keep on living.