I took a deep breath at the time I fixed my last attire, packing up the necessities for my upcoming trip to Singapore [which will be for 5 days]. Motörhead’s “Ace Of Spades” is blaring on my computer’s speakers while I imagined on the things I would possibly do after the time I step my right red/black Chuck Taylors on Singaporean soil. Imagine me having a fun time - that’s eating exotic food, window shopping and poking fun at foreign people I curse with vulgar words in vernacular tongue - with the machine-gun-like drumming, fast-paced guitar screeching, and gravely-tuned vocals of the classic speed metal band. Insanely fun, I say.
Aside from planning on becoming a hero and newspaper headline simultaneously by spitting my saliva on one of the streets hitting the food stalls and eat some delicacies I’ve never heard before [which is one of my hobbies], I also love to hop on their trains. I bet that I’ll never get stuck myself inside the vehicle like a can of sardines, but I just hope that I wouldn’t be smelling foreign stench multiplied by a million. I have a bad experience about that.
Of course, I’ll be shopping all I want until my knees are shaking and almost trembling and my wallet is not capable of vomiting out thousands of dough. I have a lot of dark clothing in my closet, so I think of buying lighter yet sleek ones for a change [I hope]. And my disciple told me that Chuck Taylors in Singapore are more expensive than in Manila. Is that true?
Any other things I can do on the trip? Tourist spots recommended? Exotic food I need to devour? Are there many girl-next-door type of women there? Whatever. Give me some tips!
I just hope I can still give updates to my beloved readers and visit my daily reads when I get my hands on a laptop. Until then, mortal souls.
Flashback. On one of the days of my 13th year of gliding through the urban environment, I sat on a bench and reflected on the thing if guardian angels really exist. Well, I’m an entity from Hell so I surely know they exist. But do they guard devils, too? As I think of it on a deeper approach, I became more depressed. I just want to know if an embodiment of evil like me and a guardian angel can co-exist.
As I stare blankly at the full moon, I heard a weeping voice of a girl. I ran onto the trees and found out a guardian angel. Her wings are injured and covered in blood, her voice is shouting in intense agony and tears are falling profusely. Feeling pity of the poor, innocent angel, I carried her and went on my sanctuary. I applied bandage onto her wounds and fixed her wings. I felt like a mother treating her like a baby, feeding her with the supper I prepared for the night. But I felt the sense of contentment while I’m taking care of her.
After days of the angel getting sofa-ridden, I grabbed the chance on introducing myself to her. She also did the same thing, leading up to our first conversation. She thanked me for taking care of her, while I replied it with a smile. Then, she flashed the sweet, infatuating smile that brighten up my life entirely. At that night, a book of friendship opened. Continue reading ‘An Angel’s Wings.’
1 hour of traveling from home to school. Over-the-edge-of-boring lessons. Brain-cell-scrambling tests. Energy-bar-draining schedule, with the dismissal time at 6 in the evening. 1 hour of traveling back to my refuge. Little time to do homework. So many hours of sleep skipped.
Who could blame me of feeling lazy to go to school now?
Some may say that I can still keep up the good work. But no matter how I try to think that “it’s all in the mind”, my body can’t take the physical and psychological punishment I’m enduring this term. But I keep on thinking that I can still beat the demons dancing around me. I am a demon myself, but I have to confront them. It’s like I’m occupying the gray area of fighting and surrendering.
Sitting in front of the PC, those hours of depriving myself to sleep are puncturing me like a whip of thorns. But the life-saving music blaring on the speakers keeps me sane until I’m done with my homework.
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There is no single instance that I ever thought of shifting courses. I mean, I love the course I’m taking right now since I’m into it. It’s just that the schedule is a thorn in my butt. 6 in the evening being your dismissal time every single day? It’s like the registrar’s office giving me a death wish.
And this week is the midterm’s culmination. Good thing there’s no test for Algebra since not a single lesson has stored in my cerebrum. LOL. Wish me luck, though.
I’m Dan Hellbound. I need a break. Seriously.
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