Like the rain’s constant flowing and coldness, like the wind’s rage in expressing its power...I can feel them all inside of me, a thunder of rumbling fear, tear and sadness.
I hated my pineal gland for being so selfish and irresponsible for not supplying the right amount of melatonin hormones to secure my sweet slumber every night. Darn my pituitary gland for declining my request for a new and liable pineal gland! They all want to spoil the chilly feeling of the storm, the bracing feeling that’s just perfect for an ideal sleep! Aargh! Damn. How could they do this to me? Even the left side of my brain is not cooperating! Lefty is somewhat mad at righty for some reason that she doesn’t ever wanna work with him! The result? I feel horrible! Righty always do these stupid things and start reminiscing that for eternity makes me feel emotionally unstable! God! I wished they’d make up so I can be all normal!
The abnormality continued for an excruciating record of 7 hours! Seven hours! Seven hours that’s about 5am! Darn…it took me that long to enjoy the perfect weather condition! But after an hour or two I’ve been awakened by my irritating sister who is so excited to go to her vacation trip to Bohol eventhough there’s a storm that she forgot I am sleeping at the sofa! She even had the radio on so loud for villain reasons. I felt really infuriated but for no reason I feel laughing and teasing my sister. Well it’s really strange you know, once I’m quiet I am ok but when I am laughing and teasing hysterically I am with a really big quandary..Hmm what the heck is my problem anyway? I dunno…maybe dilemma as to whether what to choose between what I like and what I should do, my gland’s negligence to produce the right hormones for me to sleep and maybe the constant nostalgia of my right brain.
The storm really is good on expressing its presence when we’re on our way to the airport to drop off my sister when a big misfortune occurred. I was busy texting my friends, uhm I kinda had my attention on the fone that I didn’t pay much attention on the road. When suddenly I took a glimpse and as fast as I could remember the anterior part of our car just crashed to the tail of the truck that just came out of no where! I dunno how many times I said shit when it happened or whether it’s because of shock, fear or anger. Darn. I just felt relieved we’re alive and okey. What am I thinking at that moment? I am just thankful that I wore that seatbelt coz I was seating at the front and if I didn’t, my head is in for another good bump! My sister was forced to take a cab to the airport while my father talked to this reckless driver. Taking negotiation as to what they’ll do for the incident when a fat policeman riding the typical motorcycle law enforcement traverses. I was thankful he came to investigate but I immediately withdrawn my gratitude for he’s not much of a help! Coz the first thing he did was to ask for money! Tsk! Tsk! They never really change, do they?
Well, just to cut the chase…we ended up to be the one paying the truck driver for the damage we inflicted to his truck while he walked free from any charges that he did to our car! I felt really annoyed to my father for making such a puny decision on agreeing at it but he told me to back off for I don’t know anything about the said matter…it really made me feel quite taken aback but what the heck, he’s the adult! What can I do? I hate him for being so submissive and even more to my concern, I somehow inherited some of that! Somehow being too submissive makes others take that weakness to get what they want. It’s unfair! That’s all I can say, freaking unfair. The damage made to the car is horrendous! And for the driver to walk away just that without any debt is even worst! I dare not to talk to my father not because I agree to him but because I was really in the bad mood as “Caloy” is! We we’re out there like a blind man walking to the streets without any wipers and lights and not to mention the weather became even mad! We decided to drop off the car to the “talyer” then just commute on the way home. My father sensed my constant cold-shoulder that he treat me to “maligayang bubuyog” for lunch.
But that really didn’t work. I stayed wordless and mute until we reached home. I lied down, close my eyes and just rest my head.
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