Tuesday, July 20, 2004

This Ghost, Tonight Stays Silent


omg... i swear my body clock is outta whack. i just woke up from a three hour nappie. i'd prolly be awake again the whole night blog-hopping. not that it's such a bad thing... but anyway, i'm feeling less and less of a normal human being every minute. (then again, i never was a normal human being. not such a comforting thought tho.)

take for example, i went out of my room for a while to check on dinner. it was so surreal, what i saw. and the fluorescent light made the feeling i had murkier and thicker. everyone was watching tv intently. as if their vision depended on it. eyes glued to the little black hypno-box like vultures on an impending carcass. i asked, "ano ulam," and i didn't even get a peep from any of them. i could understand if my brother or my sister won't answer. those two don't care a thing about blood relations. but my mother and my aunt were there and they didn't even bat an eyelash.

i walked back in my room to check if i was having another one of those astral projection thingies, because the feeling was the same -- my head was reeling, temperature was above normal, i had a bad aftertaste in my mouth, and it seemed like no one can see me. i was a perplexed, "oh," when i didn't see myself lying down on the bed. well i was sure as bloody hell awake.

so i went out again, corporeal form and all. i asked this time, "mahina ba boses ko?"

again, the same silence. i guess that answered my question. jeesus h. christ. is it so hard to notice my 5'11" frame a few inches beside the forkin' tv? huff.

i gave up and went down. i thought fine, i'll pretend they weren't here too. so i foraged for food on my own. and the best i came up with were cookies and a mug'a coffee. some dinner. i turned on the radio and the moment i heard jimi hendrix, i thought, ooooo~k. so it's going to be one of those nights.

i finished my simple fare in silence, and went back up in my room as quietly as seemingly possible, hoping the night isn't too young to have a license to wreck the rest of my vespertine consciousness.