gag reflex

It was only yesterday that i saw the controversial nick berg execution video. i was expecting to see the head cut off with just a single blow perhaps by something like a samurai sword but i saw a nastier sight instead. A large knife was used to slit the neck and saw the head off. I really felt like throwing up not because i found it gross but because the feeling was as contagious as when i watch someone yawn. I had this problem since i was young when my relatives would offer us live chicken during fiestas (that's what they do in the province). We kids would watch those chickens as they are being slaughtered and i gag at the sight of slitting the chicken's neck. I thought i had overcome this problem during our cooking class in highschool wherein we had to slaughter chickens ourselves. I even killed 4 chickens. I was wrong. i still have this easily stimulated gag reflex. in fact, i feel sick now by just thinking about it!

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This morning I woke up in the middle of a dream about our old house. It's not an old, ancient house. What i meant is a house we left several years ago due to financial matters. Anyhow, this house in my dream was in an unfamiliar place where there was fake snow (it wasn't styrofoam) all around and several kids here and there. From the outside, it didn’t look like our former house at all and I didn’t have an inkling that it was it. Then I saw a kid open the door and I curiously went inside. Before I knew it, I was standing inside of our old house and it felt like I just got home from school. Everything still looks the same although I knew that there were new residents already. I impatiently went to my room. I even tripped because I was in such a hurry. Knowing that someone else has already been occupying my room, I hesitantly took a peek inside. I saw that my room was more or less still the same except that the closet was removed and there are a few add-ons such as a table. The wallpaper was still as good as new. Then, I went to see the master’s bedroom and in front of the door, I was blocked by a man probably in his late twenties who looks like he just got off from a shower. He doesn’t even have a shirt. Weird. Well, it was a dream after all. Anyway, I went outside only to see what looks like an abandoned garden. And then I woke up and the dream left me a feeling of great longing for that old house of ours especially for my room. That room wasn’t simply a room for me. It had become my "cradle" at the lowest point of my life where the hassles of adolescence, financial and family problems felt like this huge baggage I had to carry alone. In the middle of all those crises, my room somehow gave me a sense of security and peace of mind. But then time came when we had to give up the house and move out. Although moving out really felt bad, it wasn’t so hard to recover from the grief. One reason is we moved back to the house where I grew up as a child which is not so nakakapanibago after all. We gradually recovered financially and maybe that experience only taught us that material things aren’t that important. Even if we lost our house, our car, some properties, we realized that we still have our family and a place to call home.

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Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless. Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless. Little white flowers will never awaken you, not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you. Angels have no thought of ever returning you. Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday.

Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all. My heart and I have decided to end it all. Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know. But let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go. Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you. With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.

Gloomy Sunday.

Dreaming, I was only dreaming. I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, dear. Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you. My heart is telling you how much I wanted you.

Gloomy Sunday.

red letter day

I’m supposed to be in school today to usher the freshies to their enrollment (it’s an org thing) but last night I learned that enrollment day is moved to next week and our classes start not until after jun 12.. so I still have about 3 weeks to savor the last days of vacation! hehe. this is by the way my 18th year of being a student counting from the day I entered kindergarten. And I’m not anymore excited in going back to school. In fact, I’m too lazy to check on the date when classes would start that I’m just waiting for a classmate to call me up and say “oi bakit di ka pumasok kanina?” It might sound like I hate school but the truth is I'd rather go to school than work. besides I love the field I’m into right now. Anyway, I mentioned too much “school” already. I'm not supposed to talk about school in here. This is my other side!



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