log #009: my shirt was inside out

11 Apr, 2026

Today I was swamped with work just before the weekend. It was so bad I didn't get to calm my nervous system from midnight onwards until 6 AM when me and my work friend s were finally finished with the tickets. Only us two today, and we had a holiday the day before so I expected it, but man, SO MUCH WORK

I get really woozy whenever I'm sleep deprived like this. It is really like being drunk. r is the witness to how I am when I have no sleep. I talk like a child, I make silly sounds that are not words, I sing so many random songs, I still have so much energy but it's like they're all being sent to the wrong pipe. Earlier I belted out the song Middle. Then did some shadow boxing for no reason. Tried to do a push-up. It is all very fun, r is very patient with me, even if we have to get ready to go home to our hometown.

Finding it so strange now calling my childhood home a hometown. Province? Erm, it is just a train ride + a bus ride away from our apartment. Choosing the word hometown is like I crossed the rivers and walked the mountains just to get there. Uhuh.

Anyways. So. Packed my stuff in the apt and set out to go home. Stopped by at 7/11 if they have the chicken breast snack, nope. Then went to KFC, to see if they still have a Spinach Twister snack for r, nope, already phased out. In the end we had to eat chicken at Mcdo¹. Up until then I was not sleepy but my mind is just turning to liquid... like it is becoming gooey inside of my skull, somewhere there the walls of bone becoming slimey at keeping it together.

Done with breakfast, then when we waited for the train me and r played I Spy. I have an advantage because I have 20/20 vision and r does not and she doesn't like wearing her glasses. One thing about me, I bark whenever I see her wearing her glasses. Not a cute arf arf bark. No, it's something better, more unhinged. Another thing about me, I can make really good animal sounds, sometimes cats come over to our window in the apt and talk to me like I'm a cat.

Train came, we kept playing I Spy on board. And then r drops the biggest bomb on me right after the train stopped at EDSA.

She laughed! Then whispered to me, "baby, baliktad damit mo."

Baby, your shirt is inside out.

She was laughing. My shirt was inside out and she was laughing!!!! My god. I immediately let my HAIR down to maybe hide the thing near the nape of my neck where the shirt label is. I forgot the English word for it. Etiketa in Filipino. Holy fuck, I looked at the outlines of my shirt and it was true, my shirt was inside out. r then proceeds to tell me don't worry at least we won't get lost. Gosh

Thank god it was a plain black blouse. Really unnoticeable. But if you look close enough you can see the stitches! We were playing I Spy! Channeling our Morgan Gillory!!!? And then my gf just spied I have my shirt inside out.

Oh my god, we have to go to the bathroom when we get off the train (transfer to the bus), I said to r. And even then I resolved into just laughing maniacally that I had my shirt inside out and I already had breakfast, we were in the streets, on the platform and on the train, wvwkebofhdndbrnrbtbrr how could I let this happen.

It is insane but it was soooo funny. I did not laugh it or shrug it off, saying it like that it's like I played it cool. Let the record show I really let any shame I have in me evaporate through making fun of myself and the fact that what are the odds it could happen. Holy. This is the effect of sleep deprivation. Do not try this at home kids.

Fuck me there were no bathrooms at the terminal so I just hid my shirt and we rode the bus, did not get the chance to change. I slept the whole bus ride btw. Then walked to my home, told my dad and mom I have my shirt inside out.

Still funny!!! Later I will see r again. We do this thing where we ride the same bus but get off at different stops. I get off first, so I smile and wave bye to her.

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