Bizzaro
To break the utter monotony of the day...
Something utterly weird just happend outside our house some minutes ago...
I was here in front of the computer, checkin out stuff when a loud wailing cry punctured my consciousness. At first, I thought it was one of those good-for-nothin' peace-disruptin' shut-up-you-nonsensical-freaks-of-nature gangsta mob who has got nothing better to do on a Maundy Thursday night than to disturb the neighborhood peace. Upon closer inspection though (after closing the light in the "hall" and checked out what was happenin' from the room but couldn't see much, so I checked out from the window stairs), some obnoxious/pathetic sounding fag was wailing from, I dunno, pain maybe? I really had no idea what it was he was crying about, but he sounded desperate. And in pain. As if he was being hurt by these bunch o'men surrounding the car.
THey were trying to talk him into something. He calmed down for a while. But later on, someone says something like, tama na yan, pumasok ka na sa loob, and he started screamin' out again, shouting stuff like, "San niyo ba ko dadalhin? Ba't ba ayaw niyo sabihin kung san niyo ko dadalhin?...Teka lang!! Aaaa! *wails* Tsinelas koOoo..*struggles* Teka lang nga! Tsinelas kooOoo....!!!"
It may sound funny but I think it was some serious shit that happend back there. I was tempted to call the police (911? Ah, sa Istets pala yun...what's the local version again? O____O *blank*) Anyway, I couldn't see the plate number, I had no shardling an idea of what really happend back there. Although I must say it really was disturbing. How often do you see something like that eh?
If I didn't know any better, I'd paint the scenario this way: Some gay guy gets out from being crucified from the cross (coz he was holding onto his hand blah blah) by this gangsta mob who sold him drugs, to which he now owns some serious money. The gangsta mob, caught him trying to get away, corners--or should I say "corners" him (since it wasn't really a corner corner. hehe) and they try to persuade him to get in the car (pretty much like being kidnapped or something). But he doesn't want to. Possibly, he thinks that he's going to be massacred to this open space in gawd knows where outside the metro, where his body parts get chopped and scattered elsewhere as they go...
O_o. Labo. Pero basta yon. I wonder what really happend back there. I hope it wasn't anything serious. But I highly doubt it. I think it was dead serious. O_O. Gawwd.
When I wished for something intersting to happen, I didn't mean for it to be this way..!
Anyway, as for today, it is officially 3 days since I was set free from the churning and buzzing, mind-altering, high blood pressurized workload that you could die of a seizure that is La Salle [or should I say, that is BS Psyc], and I am EXTREMELY GALACTICALLY MONUMENTALLY bored out of my wits. Only 3 days has passed! Only 3 damning days!!! I have a week or so more to go and I hate to admit it but I CAN'T WAIT!! I really hate unproductivity. Coupled with closed malls, and not to mention the gawdawful heat wave...it's just killing me. It's giving me a nauseating feeling. Aarghh!!! I can't survive this...