the banana slips

You reach the landing panting from climbing 3-storeys worth of stairs. You insert the key in the keyhole of the main door then realize that the lock has changed. You are not informed about this sudden change in the office rules.

You sit down and wait for the others who are as amaze as you are that this is happening. You all wait and curse. The clock says it’s already 8am. You have been there for nearly two hours already, listening as the seconds turn into minutes…and minutes into hours. You and the others wickedly device ways and means to get back at the one whose bright ideas this is.

Then lo and behold! She arrives. You fall silent. The others, too. She smiles as if nothing is wrong. She mumbles something indistinguishable. You want to scream. You stare instead.

She opens the door and sashays her way into the room, feeling like a queen. You think she looks like a pig ready to be butchered. You smile. Nothing beats knowing you can restrain yourself from doing something nasty. Maybe some other time… You think everybody has his time.

After all, the day is just about to start…

when things get too hot to handle...

Thinking positive thoughts may take too much effort when one is surrounded by so much negative things. I know I am not the goody-goody person others pretend to be but I really do try to think as many positive thoughts as I can.

Then again in this dog-eats-dog world, survival of the fittest is the name of the game. When I was younger, I didn’t mind roughing it out with anybody who gets in my way. But as the years go by, I realized I’d rather channel my energy to things that would make me laugh. In other words, I learned to coast along the way.

At times when I want to end somebody’s life (I am not suicidal, bear this in mind), I train myself to look at the ceiling and breathe deeply. I then count from one to ten before I try to smile (even if there’s nothing to smile about). The art of self-control is something I have learned late in life but it does not mean that I do not practice it often. In fact, I practice it every single day, considering.

The reason why this piece of writing is actually coming out is because I am soooo pissed off. To my mind, you have no right to demand too high from somebody if you do not give any kind of support. That said, I want to go home already and read a book. I’ll be more productive and less murderous then.

the wanderer

if there is one thing ariel taught me, it is to embrace the unknown unconditionally. the weirdest thing is, i have never felt happier in life than when i am exploring the roads less traveled. sure, ariel taught me the joys of adventure, but i can only credit myself for perfecting its art.

while ariel has kind of settled down after getting married, i continue to bask in the thrill of discovering unchartered territories. sometimes it makes me wonder where this will get me. but heck, this is what makes the journey exciting.

i am writing this because right now i am on the verge of wanting another leap of faith. if i can only draw how i feel, it would be so much liberating. but i cannot even describe exactly my desperate longing to do something out of the ordinary. i only know that i want to do it so badly i can taste it.

perhaps batanes can quench this thirst, after all.