The Reflection
Aug 5, 2006 Uncategorized
It all started with a simple walk on the park. It was close to night time, so the sky was orangeish and it felt a little bit colder. I was with a girl I am supposed to know. We were just walking, minding our own business, when suddenly, a man appeared from behind the bush.
I saw him look at me and then I felt that I had to run. So, I did. I ran as mad fast as I can with the girl. In my head, I knew he was going to chop my head off. I didn’t even have time to look back. I felt him follow me wherever I go. Each step, each turn, felt like a million miles. I felt heavy, and panic just creeps inside my head like the plague.
I saw a convent. There were hundreds of nuns inside the chapel and it gave me an idea to wear their clothes as a disguise. One of the nuns then escorted us to the elevator so we could hide. I thought I felt hope while the elevator rises up each floor, but the feeling of fear and anxiety never left me.
2, 3, 4, 5, 6…
Elevator door opens.
He’s there!
I frantically pushed the button to close the door. I couldn’t breathe well. I wanted to push the elevator down so I could get off it faster. When the door opened at the ground floor, I made a mad dash to the exit.
I was running so fast at the back alley of the convent. When a man wearing a blue polo shirt appeared with a gun. I felt the blood rushing to my head. Then he shouted at us, “I’m a police! Just run. Run as fast as you can, and you will see a small house down the road. You’ll be safe there!”
So I ran.
I found the house. It was empty. It has one tattered bed with dirty and dusty sheets. I lied down on the bed because I felt so tired. But the house just intrigued me. I stood up to explore all the corners of the house.
The kitchen looked like no one has cooked in it for a long while. The living room’s furniture are all dusty. The chandelier have spiderwebs on it. There was a heavy feeling in that house. I went inside the bathroom
When you enter the bathroom, you’ll immediately see the shower area, walk a few steps, and there is an open area. Maybe that’s where you change your clothes. Then a few steps to the left, there is another open area, a dark open area. It looks like a storage area, but nothing is in it. The bathroom was actually cubicled. I stayed at that dark area, I don’t know why.
Then it seemed like someone turned on the shower and started to bathe. I noticed that the sound seemed like no one was there. You know, when the water was just falling from the shower head to the floor tiles? Of course, I was curious. I had to find out who is taking a shower.
I slowly peered behind the wall of the cubicle I was in. Then I saw a girl, standing, with her hair over her face. Imagine Sadako. I was so freaked out of my mind!
And then I realized…
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Aug 2, 2006 Daily Blurbs
I love the smell of rain.
Especially the first drop that touches the dry soil. You get the mixture of a mildewed smell and nostalgia in the air. You get the sense of the that familiar feeling that you feel when you are reminiscent of the past. I sometimes stare out the window and observe what goes on as the waters cover that patch of earth around me. The rhythmic and annoying sound of the bullfrogs is non-stop, as if they are singing; rejoicing that their favorite time of year is here.
There are times when I hate the rain.
Especially when I need to be somewhere else and I have no choice but to go there; wearing my best shoes, I tiptoe on the pavement, making sure that my shoes are safe, careful that I do not slip and slide. I walk as slow as I can because I don’t want my backside to look like a dot-to-dot game. Hahaha!
The rain also reminds me of those blissful times that I’ve spent under the rain, feeling it’s powerful yet gentle touch on my skin. There was a time when my mother’s side of the family went on a 4-day vacation in Pangasinan at Villa Leonor, the hacienda of my aunt. It was around August, when it was always raining. That lazy afternoon, we were all just hanging out inside the house, outside at the hammock, near the pond… when suddenly, it rained. The kind of rain where you can take a shower.
Almost everyone ran for cover, except me and a few cousins. We ran to the basketball court and let ourselves get soaked in the rain. We were running around, playing tag. Having fun. I saw my aunt and uncles watching us play in the rain, so, like the kid inside of them, they started to play with us. From me, my cousins, my aunts, uncles, my grandma, the household helps and even the dogs, were playing in the rain. It was one of the happiest time in my life.
The rain sometimes helps hide your emotions, especially when you cry in the rain. Remember those movies when the guy leaves the girl and he pretends he doesn’t care, but he is really crying?
I guess all I am saying is that the rain brings different kinds of things in our lives. Sometimes you just have to let yourself drown from its torrential powers. Heck, I love it when it rains and I am about to sleep, and then I fix myself under my warm comforter and I am embraced by my 17 pillows. Oh yes, I got 17 pillows in my bed. Such a great feeling.
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