I woke up at about 9 in the morning knowing that my work is at 11. I don't know what's with me that I really can't afford to wake up early. Maybe my body clock keeps on telling me to extend my sleep up to the point that the morning sun from my window is irritating my skin. My skin is indeed irritated but I would still ignore such feeling for I know I manage my own time that no one can ever tell me to be as early as a bird. No titas or lolas to shake me off from bed. No cousins and any folks to worry and be ashamed to sleep for more and be concluded as a lazy useless old jerk.

This is my good new life as a loner in my little rented room. I am alone alright and being alone is the fact that had already been engraved in my mind since the very first time I slept in the said room. It's a room with unequally distributed white paint (for some parts of its walls are not painted at all). The unpainted parts such as the surrounding distances of the windows looks dull but I am still trying to think that it looks beautiful (love your own room shit). About the window, I love the fact that it has missing 2 vertical glasses at its top most row for it welcomes brighter sunshine in my skin every morning thus serves as a signal for me to wake up but that's still depending on how long I could stand the irritating sunshine. Don't let me hear how your mind's gonna digest my attitude of being so late to wake up. Well, 9 am is not late after all. In fact, its totally early in its sense IF i will no longer do the laundry, iron my attire, fix my bed, take a bath, sweep the floor, and eat my breakfast. Whew! Now I would be like a jerk when I just hop up to the bus for work looking like a rotten vegetable that haven't been sold ever since it was harvested. Alright... 9 am is a bit late for waking up BUT I cannot say that I am really really (forget redundancy shit) late for waking at that hour. For days that I usually wake up at that point of time, I never even missed my 11 o'clock arrival-time at work. Besides, I usually reached Goodwill time card slot 30 minutes earlier (since the time itself at Goodwill is 15 minutes late from standard time). Advantage? It is. But not advantageous when timing out. So it simply means that we (all jologs employees except me ofcourse) usually crumpled in the same time card slot to wait for our alloted time outs knowing that the entire mall is now closed. Sounds silly but true.

One of my worries of being alone is the difficulty of practicing my tongue to speak louder as before or perhaps do a very loud laugh. That's why I do feel like my mouth is not thoroughly equipped of talking that I always feel so reserved most of my time when I am now dealing with REAL people such as my customers. I just observed that there are a lot of ideas in my mind but its just difficult to express in words. Or maybe, I don't want to share my thought to people that are not worth it. But who are those people that are worth hearing my thoughts? I even don't know who are they and what are they? Maybe it is just the fact that I am not really so expressive in nature. Or maybe, I hate dealing with people. I don't know. I really can't understand my situation. Really. And if I am going to assess how this point of situation is happening in my God damn life it would simply root up to one single fact: I am alone. And I am talking to myself once again.