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He passed away early Monday Morning after being rushed to the Makati Medical Center.

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Family and friend - rest well.

If last week was marked by going on for days without sleep, this week was branded by the exact opposite. Since Monday, I have slept for 12 hours upwards almost each day.

+ Mon: 12 Hours
+ Tues: 15 Hours
+ Wed: 10 Hours
+ Thu: 13 Hours

Also, the times I spent being awake and doing stuff, I was almost always tired, lethargic, and my energy always got drained pretty quickly. It's this freakin' infection. I mean, I got a throat infection that's been on the verge of going away for the past four weeks already. I've got no colds or fever, I've functioned normally, until this week. All I have is a slightly itchy throat and this sometimes yellow, sometimes white crud on my tongue that's an obvious indicator of bacteria.

Grrr.

Still, I should stay optimistic.

Man, things have been crazy the last four days.

I've been revisiting my old artwork, trying my hand at writing short stories, sleeping close to seventeen hours in one day, drinking different kinds of tea (Green, Oolong, Chamomile), trying (and failing) to finish leftover coffee beans that have stayed in rotation for a little bit too long. I mean, after the novelty wears off, who really wants to drink pepper-flavored coffee on the regular? Seriously.

I also tried to clean my 4-year old keyboard... which was interesting, to say the least. Okay, it was disgusting. Vacuum, Wipeout,  Soap and Water.  Good riddance, E. Coli.

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I was supposed to attend a coffee seminar at Starbucks Waltermart this morning, but I overslept due to a short story that I had to just bang out 'cos it wouldn't let me sleep. It's about a guy who wakes up in an empty room to find that everyone in his city has turned into a zombie (original, I know). But it's the delivery and the context that matter. Plus, I still don't know if I really want zombies or giant, pink, gene-spliced mutant bunny-roaches with lightsaber carrots. I also plan to insert some socio-political commentary somewhere in there about socialized healthcare. It'll be a hit with the kids, I tell ya.

I managed to roll off my bed and give myself a concussion by falling off the floor, so I'd have no choice but to stay awake or die. Then, I headed off to Origin Cafe to do an interview with Ms. Gina Sy, the proprietress. I expected to do a 15-minute interview, but it was so much fun we ended up talking for 90 minutes. After that, I stole a cappuccino and headed off to Glorietta.

Tumaas nanaman ang pamasahe? Kamote. Kamote kayong lahat. Tse. 11 pesos na sa bus, 8 na sa jeep.

Headed over to Starbucks Makeroom to my homies in the coffee industry (what up Jay, K-rissy, Chai; keep pullin' those shots right and we be down) to pick up my stash (a fudge brownie, decaf drip, and a replacement beaker).

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Went home, unloaded my digicam and the digital audio recorder. Gonna be workin' on those tomorrow. The interview should be up on coffeerev within the next two weeks; still have to transcribe and edit it, make it available as a podcast, and then there's the new Africa Kitamu coffee beans that I have to review.

I've also come to a realization that not all country music (or similar-sounding genres) has the tendency to inflict temporary retardation and/or loss of cognitive and motor functions. Lately, I've been listening to some Carey Ott, Assembly of Dust, and Neko Case... they blend in well with some of the lighter pop/jazz/bossa songs I've got on one playlist (like Better Than Ezra, Coldplay, Jamie Cullum and Miho Hatori).

I'm also now really seriously thinking of a reload.

The next few days will be fun. Now if I can just get some sleep and not die due to lack thereof.

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It's nights like these that come all too often for me - I'm sleepy, I'm tired, yet I lay in bed for hours, unable to sleep. I eventually turn the lights back on, pick up a book, check my blogs, or just watch late-night movies. Without knowing it, I'll glance up at the clock and it's already six in the morning the next day.

I've been like this for more than a decade now, and frankly, it sucks.

And no, it's not the coffee, since I've only been seriously drinking for two years (if anything, it even makes me sleepy).

My dad and most of the doctors I've talked to have advised against sleeping pills, arguing that they can be habit-forming (in other words, addicting). I think it's time to seriously reconsider. It's been more than 10 freakin' years, after all. And frankly, I'd rather be addicted-but-asleep rather than clean-but-up-all-night.