Visiting.

Mood: sleepy
Currently listening to: the wordless, cinematic sunrise.

my tropa has this special tradition. we visit the manila memorial park at night and have fun. come to think of it, it's a bit old; i think this tradition dates back until junior year. it's great to observe this kind of things, i guess. it makes me believe there are some things that are worth fighting the good fight for.

i think there's something really.. ethereal about halloween. for one thing, it makes people look good in the dark. for another, it's an excuse for adults to act like kids.

nah. disregard what i said. it's just words gone bad.

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i want to believe in ghosts - in ghosts like Casper. think of it - there is a place to look forward to after death. before heaven, that is. (or hell, for that matter)

papa once told me scary stories. remember the old television show oka tokat? dad would always tell me spooky staries after. i remember his story about the rain monsters (ang mga halimaw sa ulan). according to him, it was a rainy night at his province. feeling the urge to use the bathroom, he stepped out of the room and went for the plants' shed. he didn't want to wake up anybody by going to the bathroom, y'see. and besides, the plants shed was closer.

so aun. after stepping out into the night, he began to answer the call of nature. that was when he noticed the eyes. the gleaming and golden eyes that were neither feline nor canine, much less human that surrounded the little plant shed. terrified, he ran straight back into the house, the sound of the rain pounding a hard chant in his ears.

he also told me of the time he got lost in the mountains. it was not raining then , thankfully. after much wandering about, he finally found the mountain path. breathing a sigh, he started out on it.

then he heard a noise coming from away the path. a steady "tick-tick-tick" from above the trees. his heart went straight up to his mouth. keeping his eyes fixed straight on the road, he continued walking. lola told him this once. "never look at the source of the sound. the tikbalang will get you then."

then the sound grew louder and louder. the "tick-tick-tick" seemed like a storm. it was evident that there was more than one tikbalang from the trees.

finally, the storm of sounds eneded. he had reached home.

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thos stories stuck. even now, i do not look sideways whenever i hear any strange sound at night. the problem is, i hear some strange noises when i'm in bed. i imagine stuff coming out from the closet or the windows. coming from the windows is doubly scary; my window has iron bars and thick, bulletproof glass. for something to come out of that is... definitely not human.

or maybe i'm imagining things. imagination is a tool that can kill.

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i'm still waiting for my mom to come home and give us food. after that i'll be going.

this may sound macabre, but if, for some strange reason that i do no come back from visiting the manila memorial late at night, you know what happened. :|