:S

I got paralyzed in my sleep yesterday afternoon. The last time this happened to me was two years ago. Aside from the feeling of immobility, I can also sense the presence of other creatures, human or paranormal, I can’t really tell. And then it even got more frightening when I started to astral project. Well, not really.

I just started to feel like my “soul” was leaving my body. I know this sounds really insane but I felt how I was detaching from my physical form. I stood beside it and stared at it. I was freaked out that I couldn’t leave my body and wander around. I laid back on my body and fit myself in it. I was back. I couldn’t move a tad. And then it happened again! I was separating from my motionless body. I was floating from it. But before I could even get to my feet, I laid back down and tried to wake myself up. Wiggling my fingers and toes rather aggressively did the trick.

Now I hate why I chicken out every time this happens to me. I’m thinking of trying to use the circumstance to “travel” along the astral plane and see for myself how it is. I was told of the wonders the soul can do, it can fly, it can go wherever it fancies, or meet dead people. But it is really creepy.

People, this shit happens. 

Coldplay music videos as movie posters.

I don’t like being told “Ang kapal ng mukha mo.” Maski seryoso o kahit pa-joke. I feel like a pussy. I get hurt and act all sensitive.

No mediocre words spoken by humans can describe how adorable this little creature is.

No mediocre words spoken by humans can describe how adorable this little creature is.

lifeandfever: Would you force yourself to speak a certain language poorly even if you aren’t doing anything to educated yourself about how you should speak it?

lifeandfever:

Would you force yourself to speak a certain language poorly even if you aren’t doing anything to educated yourself about how you should speak it?

I fear the probability that I may not graduate just because of a piece of highschool document that I failed to pass on time.

I am LOADS tired. My Spanish professor informed me that announcements for the summer program in Spain have already been posted and I am just confused as fuck trying to figure out the stuff on the website. I haven’t even started dealing with ACTUAL paperwork and I’m already exhausted.

Por favor, I want this to happen. 

Tough Tuesdays

Today has just been a complete rubble of every flavor beans. Allow me to enumerate:

  • I was almost late for my 11:30 class because of the Iglesia thingy in Luneta. It’s not even a part of the route I take but there were a gazillion people and their vehicles were all practically parked along the entire Roxas Boulevard. I kid you not.
  • We submitted our OJT and final book bound copy of our thesis. Now this is something delightful.
  • I moved away from a man on a motorcycle who tried to approach me earlier. He got pissed and yelled, “Di kita hoholdapin! Nagtatanong lang ako.” Ka-guilty pero kasi, you know what I mean.
  • The Iglesia people have decided to extend their parking to Lawton.
  • I waited for the train for two hours. Being inside it made me realize how thankful I am that I’m not claustrophobic or else, I would have not made it out alive, I swear to a deity.
  • I made a manong pedicab driver friend, Kuya Manny. Tandaan ko daw siya dahil may nunal siya sa pisngi at sa kanya daw ako lagi magpahatid dahil mabait daw siya. True enough.
  • Took a different route going home. Took a jeepney Evacom-bound. Three tricycles after, I’m home.
  • And then I went to a thrift shop and got me some goodies. Dapat nga bibilin ko lipstick, e magsasara na malls. For all the things I went thru today, I deserved whatever I could splurge on. Like two tops and a Jollibee rice meal. -_- K.