Sunday Morning

The numbers on my desktop time tray are telling me that it’s thirty five minutes after eight o’clock. Today’s a Sunday and a very sunshiney one.  The blue sky makes me miss the rainy days we had last week. I absolutely love the rain but I guess the warm weather is fitting to describe what lies ahead for me and for everyone.

I’m wide awake since last night but I’m not feeling any tinge of being sleepy. Yes, I know I’m insomniac and I have irregular sleeping habits. As much as I wanted to change that, I can’t. Seeing as I’ll be once again a night owl come September 19, it doesn’t really matter to me if I change sleeping habits now. Yet here I am trying to lure myself to sleep while typing in my netbook.

My lower back is feeling a bit sore from all the cleaning I did yesterday. I therefore conclude that a housemaid’s job of cleaning houses is a tough calling and no one should ever look down on them! For a not-so-physical person like me, it’s a massive undertaking to be even walking around the house. Aside from being insomniac, living a sedentary lifestyle makes me move like slow-moving hermit. But I had to clean the house as my nephew and my sister are coming home. And cleaning our house, their rooms, my room, the living room, the bathroom, the kitchen and all its crevices is just my way of giving them the break they truly deserve. I know my sister had the hardest four days of her life—sleepless and worried all the time about the condition of her son. So it’s just a small token of appreciation for me to at least give them a nice, clean house to come home to. 

I missed my nephew so much. Well, I’ve seen him almost everyday while he was in the hospital but I miss going downstairs and seeing him sitting in our couch watching cartoons. As I’m writing this, I can hear the rumblings of the TV downstairs while he's watching anime. And I can’t help but smile and feel very relieved. I guess seeing him in a hospital bed really made an impression on me. And as I’ve said before, I don’t know if it’s paternal instincts that  are kicking in, but I feel very protective of him and my other pamangkins. Well, you could also say that it’s love but whatever. I just hope that ordeal never happens again, or if ever it has to, that it does happen to me instead of my nephews and my niece.

I just finished watching the movie Freedom Writers starring Hilary Swank. I already saw this movie in HBO a few months ago but I decided to download it anyway. It’s about a woman who teaches students of multiple ethnic backgrounds at a violence-ridden school. The film is about racial diversity, gang violence, education and class struggles and these topics always spark interest in me. The film, technically-speaking, is not very much to look at but the topics that it presents are very touching. It also mentioned The Holocaust to a great degree. As cliché as it may sound, the Holocaust will always be a topic that’s close to my heart. Eversince I saw Schindler’s List, I’ve decided what I really want to do in life and so I have that movie to thank for giving me direction. It’s funny how simple things like movies and books can sometimes give so much impact that it affects the choices the we make with our lives. Or maybe that’s just me.

Anyway, I better catch an hour or two worth of nap time as I’ve been awake since last night. Today promises to be quite treat since I’m going to see Em and Pong and the rest of my college friends for a long-awaited reunion later on. We have yet to discuss what we are going to do today but I’m guessing there will be lots of singing, eating and catching-up to do. It doesn’t matter. We’ll cross the bridge when we get there. It’s going to be time well-spent and well-wasted as long as you’re with your friends.

I suddenly remembered an excerpt I read from Haruki Murakami's novel, Norwegian Wood.

On Sundays, I didn't wind my spring.

Spring-wound or not, I have to get some needed shut-eye.

On Sundays, I don't wind my spring.
Excerpts taken from Haruki Murakami's novel Norwegian Wood
Picture shows Kenichi Matsuyama as Toru in the film adaptation
image one of my emophotopicknik experiments