spam thoughts

These past few days, I am always annoyed by some intrusive ideas and notions that always come unannounced. I think there is a coven of subversive and mischievous imps scheming at the back of my mind, and they keep on telling me that I can't do things, that I must quit because I'm just wasting precious time, that I can't finish things that I've just started. I couldn't stand it because it is mentally upsetting, and distressing at that. Sigh. I want to get rid of them.

and here I go again

I am fond of eyeing her furtively without her noticing it. Minutes, or just seconds of short glimpses of her, are a moment of bliss for me. The contours of her face, the color of her sun-kissed skin, the bulging cheeks of hers massed like a profusion of adipose tissues from a fat baby's belly- they all are perfectly complementary. I am fond of eavesdropping to her muffled sighs and childish grunts, and it cannot be helped all the time. I am fond of listening to her quips and anecdotes of life, like an attentive student eager to hark more stories from his teacher. She is standing atop a pedestal, and I am still on the ground, looking up to her like a weary carpenter content on appreciating a finely sculpted statue. However, along the ticking of the clock, I do know that that pedestal will soon collapse and crumble.

omen

On the evening of All Soul's Day, I was left alone in the house. With nothing to do aside from net surfing, the deepening night called me to cook food for dinner. I went down and I noticed that I forgot to switch on the lights downstairs. The tolerable darkness was illuminated by the lights coming from our neighbor's house so I just rushed down the flight of stairs. Some second elapsed, and I was startled by a terrifying eek-eek sound just behind the stereo shelf on the living room that my hearbeat thudded louder. The freakingly spooky stories through word of mouth and overheard conversations had started to materialize though I always label them implausible. Or was it much worse than I just thought of? The eek-eek sound reverberated again and this time, the unseen entity revealed itself. It was a bird. A black bird intruded on our house. This could mean an omen. A portent. A bad sign. Perhaps, the bird could be possessed by the disquieted spirits of our long-dead relatives. I know nothing. But one thing is for sure, I must make it go away.

I stomped my feet repeatedly to scare the bird but it jumped and tried to flee but to no avail. However, I cannot catch the brash and elusive bird because it moved too fast. My wild-goose chase ended when I cornered it inside our powder room. I quickly closed the door and it took me half an hour to finally seize the bird. I marveled at the bird in my hand because it doesn't look like an ominous creature. It has spotted plummage, and its real color was dark brown; the lower beak is reddish while the legs have long, slender toes. After I took pictures of the pitiful bird with my cellphone, I decided to end the horseplay by securing it firmly again on my hands so for it to not go away and cause another round of mess. I freed it outside and I hurled it expecting that it would take flight, but it didn't. Instead, it landed on the ground and walked briskly going to the looming grayness of the night. I was left there, puzzled and disoriented, wondering what kind of bird it was, I do not know. I came back in the house in deep thought. Before anything else, I went over to our altar and I hurriedly lighted the candles there. Our family always do this in accordance to the rites of the day of the dead, and we never forget to dedicate prayers. Hence, I was filled with hope that the evil presence around, if any, will be warded off.

a close encounter with the third kind

Before I went home last night, I had a very harrowing experience that I will never forget, an experience worse than seeing strange entities and apparitions of the deceased. Walking on a dimlit alley near TUP along Ayala Blvd, the traffic light going straight of the way going to Taft Avenue turned green. As I saw it, I hurried my steps so that I can cross the opposite street. With all my force, I ran fast and the green light turning yellow was the last thing I saw. An open waterway caught my left foot up to my knee.

The fall made me lunged forward and my left hand hit the concrete road. The result, the concrete scraped the flesh below my knee and a little portion of skin in my palm was peeled off. And before I could get out my foot out of the waterway, the headlights of the passing cars flooded my sight. I mustered some confidence to stand firmly. Good thing is, there were no people from around to see such disgrace. The pain suddenly brought me back to my senses, and the left part of my pants was soaked. It began to smell, and I found out that the waterway is a passage for leachate! C'mon, it's leachate! I did not mind the foul smell, and I hurried to go to the nearest public toilet to wash all the dirt and grunge I have accumulated.

I was disgruntled with what had happened and I started to mentally curse those sloven Pulis Oysters or any of those who are in charge of sanitation in that place for not putting covers in the waterway. But I know in my part that the blame is on me, because I did not look to where I am walking. Again, another maladroit feat was added to my record, but this time, I have learned my lesson.

another semester is coming.

another sem had finished, and now, I'm halfway through my college course, and I'm nearing to the culmination of my toil and stressed nights. I look forward to not having failed grades, and on this sem break, I want to do many things that I want to cram them in a short time. Is that possible? anyway, this is also a time for introspection and some soul-searching. yada yada yada.

the way it should be

I finally confirmed one thing. and that is to get out of my stagnant situation, if not perforce, I should have been still trapped on that quicksand... finally, i want to move on, now that the unseen saboteurs revealed themselves. I am now on my way to find this thing that will fill the nothingness inside me. But the question is, can I withstand the test?

sleepless hours

Today, we are currently staying at the office of Ma'am Arlene's husband in Cityland, Makati City. Hours later and we will prepare ourselves for our flight going to Bacolod City for the 5th Spectrum Seminar concerning campus journalism. We are complete here at the office, minus the nuisance queen Roma who will be conducting the info gathering of every news happening around the school. We will be all absent for three days, and this is no kind of shirking, and we all are pretty anxious missing our classes but the fun you will get not attending the tedious classes and listening to the tedious professors will be multiplied. At the minute, three computers were still being used by us, and I do know that Ma'am Arlene will get a hypertension if she would know that we are only squandering our time surfing the net rather than sleeping. Actually all the girls are already asleep now nearing to some REM, while the boys are at the peak of their stamina doing anything under the moon.