Stranded

Ok, I am writing a post while listening to the rain drops, falling on the concrete ground outside. I just wonder what happens to those stranded people outside, under the rain, keeping themselves dry under some shed. It’s funny to think that they are probably expecting that there would be no downpour to soak ‘em in the middle of summer. And it’s funny how the rain drops reach me through this window beside me. And it’s funny how my sister is currently drinking iced chocolate drink instead of a hot one. In the first place, why the hell is it raining in the middle of summer? Am I wrong with addressing that tonight is still the middle of summer? What the hell is the matter with the weather?

I’m not going to tell you about this global warming and climate change stuff that makes the weather more and more ridiculous. Besides, eventually, everything will just lead to destruction no matter how hard we prevent it. We will die someday. In fact, I am not afraid of dying. I just don’t want it to happen today and tomorrow and next week and next month and next year and next next year. Perhaps, someday when I’m old enough and when I have already done whatever I wanna do with my life. Lemme taste college, for cheapssake! And lemme have a job and an office first.

Talking about when to die, I remember when I was 12, I checked out this website that tells you when you’re gonna die. And when I tried it out, it said that I’m gonna die some time in 2085. I don’t know what the hell they did to get that result. But for me, 92 years of living is more than enough.

Anyway, the heaven seems to be calming down a bit. But the rain didn’t forget to remind me of the time when I was stranded in the middle of the rain. That was way back in my freshman days. But I won’t tell you the whole story anyway. Besides, it really doesn’t make any sense. All I ever did during those minutes is to stare at my soaked English book with its pages, all crippled up. Maybe that’s what those stranded people outside do — stare at something until the rain stops. I wonder if do they even talk with each other, have a chat about how the weather has been stupid these past few days. I also wonder if those with the umbrella even share a bit of their umbrella to someone. Gahhh…I guess people are getting selfish nowadays. Hehehe.

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My journalism teacher wanted me to join into the Kabataan Essay category of the Don Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature. But I didn’t join. I just didn’t feel like writing a four paged typewritten essay this summer. It was about where the hell in this country you’re gonna bring a foreigner for one day. My answer was to Eat Bualaga or Wowowee. I know it sounds funny. My reason was to show that foreigner that the Filipinos still get to have some time to have fun despite of poverty and all that stuff. And that these game shows somehow, give a bit of fortune to its contestants who are really in need of it. And from the cash prize they get from these shows, they can actually start building up their future — put up a small sari-sari store until they earn a lot from it…then, they’re rich!

I think it was kinda cool but on second thought, I think stretching out my thoughts about the topic in four pages would just turn out err…ugly. So I didn’t join it. Pfffft.

~ by Jmar on May 1, 2008.