halely landTuesday, January 30, 2007
-Not for the faint-hearted-
A few nights ago, I encountered a mystifying experience; so extraordinary, that I had to pinch my sore thighs to confirm my existence. It wasn't just unusual but freaky as well. Before I narrate this unparalleled occurrence, please take a small pause to regulate your breathing and heartbeat. -pause-
You ready?On that fateful night, I was pretty exhausted after enduring a taxing mugging session, in a desperate bid to cramp in details of National Income Accounting. After struggling with fatigue, I rationally decided that turning in early was in the best interest of my collasping body and wasted brain. [you have to understand that I can only study when I am walking around. .:. if i study for 2 hrs, then i would have completed afew 2.4 km.] As I plunged into my bed, the warm fuzzy feeling finally coaxed me into unconsciousness and into the dark abyss of supernatural powers.
Mere words can't describe what I am trying to say, since my experience was so abstract and far-fetch, but I will attempt to do so and sincerely hope that you can understand. Have you ever heard of bei4 gui3 ya1 [direct english translation: kanna step by ghost] I felt something similar. My brain was awake but I couldn't control my body movements. My vision was blinded by a shining white light and my thoughts were in a blur. Though I couldn't see any terrifying ghost, I was quite worried about my sorry state. I mean, it was like Jesus, cloaked in white, knocking on my door before my 18th birthday? I can't imagine that. At least not until I sleep with the holy bible under my pillow. So, it troubled me and soon, I was earnestly urging my body to snap out of this hypnosis. This experience is akin to the female lead actor in Kill Bill, attempting to wriggle her big toe. Totally hilarious.
Unanticipatedly, my body responded and I regained my consciousness. That was the moment I gave my thighs a pinch and felt a surge of pain. Thank God I didn't try that on my nipples! and that I'm alive! Reflecting back on this, I think that I was in a transition state at that moment. Maybe, I was really going off but God had other important things to do, like saving the world, thereby giving me another chance. Something like the last scene of Constantine, just that I didn't point my middle fingers.
Anyway, I'm glad that I still can use blogger and that the drama was finally over. Even though the scars on my thigh are gone, I will still remember this episode of my life. Amen.
