I woke up at exactly 1 p.m at the sound of my alarm clock. I tied the curtains up and opened the window to let the peeping sun light in and maybe also a little bit dust would add in to the memory.
Upon inhaling the cold breeze of Baguio City i looked outside the window, i saw a man, about 45 to 50 years old, walking towards the waiting shed, he's wearing a black jacket and a jogging shoes. He sits, talking on his cellphone. I don't understand any word he say. I would care less anyway.
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