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Well, except if it’s my girlfriend giving me a cuddle. And in that case, it’s not classified as “disturbing.”

But otherwise, no one disturbs my sleep. Ever heard of the Pinoy proverb “Magbiro ka sa lasing, huwag lang sa bagong gising?” (Play jokes on a drunk not with someone who just woke up.) That holds very true to me. To quote, Samuel L. Jackson’s character in Pulp Fiction, whenever my sleep gets disturbed, “I’m a mushroom cloud laying motherf*cker. I’m superfly TNT. I’m the Guns of the Navarone.”

I’m a sleep freak. I love my seven hours of sleep undisturbed. The problem with me is that whenever I get woken up from my sleep, it takes me hours to get back to it.

But last night some freak tried to mess with me.

Some person called our house up at 1 AM in the morning looking for a bastard named “Mark.” And the person (sounded gay, though I don’t have anything against gay people but the fact the person sounded like an atribidang hitad pissed me off) had the gall to freaking argue with me.

It went something like this:

Person: Hello, pwede kay Mark? [Hello, Mark please?]
Me: Sorry wrong number.
Person: Eh, paano wrong number eh siya nagbigay ng number na ito. [How come this is the wrong number. He's the one who give this.]
Me: Walang Mark dito. [There's no Mark here.]
Person: Saan ito? [Where is this?]
Me: Uh, it’s quite rude to ask me something like that.
Person: Hello? Hindi kita naririnig. [Hello. I can't hear you.]
Me: It’s 1 AM. You don’t go around calling people like this.
Person: Hello? Hello? Hindi kita marinig. [Hello? Hello? I can't hear you.] (Bastard, probably can’t understand English -> Woops, me and my elitist self. ) Saan ito?
Me: (Just to end it quickly) Quezon City. (It’s quite easy to track locations given the first 3 numbers.)
Person: Hah? Saan sa Quezon City, Quezon City din ako. [Where in Quezon City. I'm in Quezon City too.]
Me: None of your business.
Person: Hah? Hello?
Me: (Had enough, slammed the phone down).

And there I was spending next four hours staring at my room’s ceiling. That’s how messed up I get when my sleep gets disturbed. Next time, I’d unplug my bedside phone. Probably have caller ID installed too.