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last night i dreamt that i died. it was so weird...apparently the cause of death is "multiple gunshots from a .45 caliber handgun (o diba specific?) on my back, causing severe damage to internal organs that eventually led to death". what's weirder is that i was shot (and killed) in the service road of ateneo, again apparently as i was on my way out to the overpass. haha. but then, the killers (hehe) wasn't really aiming for me. turns out that they were acting on an order to kill one of my friends (i won't say who), but i suddenly ran into their line of fire, therefore "catching" all the bullets that was supposed to be someone else's. o diba? napanaginipan ko to lahat ng hindi ko alam kung pano ko nalaman pati yung "killing order". omniscient?! hahaha! and i woke up just as i was (aR the dreamer) approaching the all too familiar memorial chapel to see for myself that i (aR the murdered) was really dead. oh well. i would've wanted to see who came and who did not, haha. and who delivered the eulogy. morbid. :)
yesterday i narrowly escaped an accident with bob, my guitar. the third string suddenly broke as i was cleaning the body, and the impact of the snap merely grazed my face, causing no serious injury except for a thin red line that was gone before 9pm. whew. had it hit me squarely at such short range i think i would be needing stitches. hay thank God. :)
oh yeah, its actually a month since bora. i wasn't really thinking about it, but some of my friends are there now, and im their sortofa long-distance SMS tourguide, answering their questions on directions, resturant profiles, prices, and what vendor sells the best isaw. :) when i glanced at my planner, ayun, isang buwan na nga pala. :) quite coincidentally, tomorrow im having dinner with some of the dudes i went there with. i havent seen anyone since we parted ways in the airport exactly a month ago. waha, drama? nah. its sad that some of them won't be able to come, but there'a always next time...hopefully when we're not yet so busy meeting deadlines and quotas. ahhhhh, reminder to myself! i gotta burn the CDs that they've long been asking for...ayan na! kung nababasa nyo to mga chong, makukuha nyo na bukas! ;p hehe!!!
and, something to make (some of) our minds go into overdrive...
it was 6 in the evening. she wouldn't have known if it wasn't for the old man who brazenly shook her shoulders to ask for the time.
she's been staying in the same spot for two hours. still wearing the slightly-wet shorts that she put on in haste. she has forgotten her glasses, yet her eyes didn't seem to mind. for two hours she was still clutching the red piece of a broken necklace.
she hadn't expected it to be done so quickly. she secretly wanted drama, only for the vain reason of having something to look back to in the years to come. everything seemed to be blurred, as it all happened on impulse, on reactions, on emotions. she was thinking if she regretted it. she was thinking if he regretted it. but she couldn't think straight. all that occupies her mind is the necklace that, only a few hours ago, was gleaming its newness...
silence is one of the most misunderstood messages ive ever encountered. -- aR :)
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