I met Kris and Bing on the 17th of August at our usual hang out—UN Avenue Manila. In preparation for a pilgrimage, I asked them to accompany me to Cordillera so I can ask permission from my Aunt for a sleep over at Makatarungan. Luckily, Aunt was out, so I did not have the ordeal of feeling like a dormer set with rules and regulations on sleepover and curfews.
At Makatarungan, we spent about two to three hours of pretensions( reading and studying hehe ) but finally decided to call it a day at 11 PM. We went to Bing’s cozy room, I taking the bed with her, while Kris in a mattress on the floor. We were all about to sleep, when we became troubled with the title of a particular song being sung by one of the crew at the coffee shop that day. What I can remember was that, it was one of Mariah’s songs. Bing was not around yet when the crew was doing his performance level act inside the coffee shop, so she doesn’t really know what Kris and I were talking about. Displeased that we cannot remember the tune and the lyrics, Kris turned on his laptop, searched through his playlist, and searched the net, while Bing and I tried to sing songs by Mariah. We were all remembering the music video but were really having a solid time remembering the words, the tune, worst and the title. The attempt to stop that nonsense quest of the song was torturing. We all convinced ourselves that the title would just pop out in our minds once we ignore that thought that we need the title, that we need to remember the song. Silence was felt once in a while; each one was doing her/his thing. Bing was trying to hum songs, while Kris and I were trying to recollect the music video. When we felt that time has eaten us up with that kind of test, we then forced ourselves to sleep. Our bodies were really tired after a long day, our minds were all used up deciphering laws, unfortunately yet, our spirits were in that kind of mood for song title searches. WE CANNOT SLEEP!
I borrowed Kris’s laptop, hopeful that I might be able to get the title and just be able to sing the chorus to stop the madness. More than an hour had passed, tired as we all were, no one wants to give up and sleep, unless that song has been named. Until I finally came across the title.. NEVER TOO FAR!! Grrr..
Preservation of humanity is as complicated as upholding sanity. When one feels that she can’t talk, well she can write, when one can’t come out in the open, and lay down her cards she can hide but be found in a blog.
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