Madness @ MindSay

The title says it all.

 

Now, I know my home country produces good singers and boxers and doctors and writers and mountain climbers and the like, but in every basket of good apples there is always a rotten one. Think of the world as a huge basket of apples, different varieties of them. Red, green, pinkish - maybe even orange! But every which way you look, there are the rotten ones. Don't believe me? Then I should go on.

 

I am writing (err... typing) this at the wake of the Glorietta 2 bombing. It's not just craziness, but madness. Good thing the crazy guy did it on a Friday or else more kids and teens would've been around. I know some of you all who go there hate going to school and wanna cut class instead to go there. But if you did it, lucky you. Listen to me when I say this - school saved us.

 

I found out about what happened when my craving for balut took over me. My dad was listening to the news; I thought he had only stopped the tape so I could hear my fave song when I came in (like I told him to). So then I asked him.

 

"Dad, aren't you gonna let me have some balut tomorrow, at Glorietta, you know?" Take note that I did not know anything about the bomb blast. I had been at school the whole day, and no one at school listened to news on the radio. At least, nobody I knew.

 

"No. A bomb just went off somewhere there, just last 1:30." He then turned up the volume to let me listen to the news. He then popped in the tape. Marron 5's "Nothing Lasts Forever" was playing. I love that song.

 

"You know, Trish... Me and your mom, we almost went there, you know? Good thing we didn't."

 

I can't explain it but suddenly tearsprang to my eyes. Maybe it was the contact leases or something. But I told him...

 

"Dad, if you and Mom got stuck in that mess, I swear, even if you get out of that place with just a little scratch somewhere on your body, I swear I will hunt that guy down. NO, I'm not kidding. I'm just a little girl but the crazy guy who thought this up almost cost you your life, if that happened to you. If - and I'm wishing it's just an if - that ever happens, you don't know what I will do to hurt that guy the same way he wants to hurt other people."

 

That was not a cheap quote to attract publicity. Luckily, no one I cared about was hurt. But I am just a tiny dot in the whole picture which is the Philippines. Someone out there has a friend, a lover, a child, a parent, whose out there, dead or hurt. Just because of a crazy guy. If that crazy guy dies someone will miss him, even if he thinks no one will. What about the ones he killed or hurt? Won't someone miss them as well? Is he stupid enough to think about that?

 

Good thing he didn't blow the place up in a time where there are many families, many kids, or else I will really become a lawyer to kick his crazy butt.

eye Should not be held accountable for the following entry due to the fact that it's that time of the month, but here eye go anywaY:

 

It's a sleepy august on the dreamiest day of the week - sunday (a day that ends pretty much the same as it begins). Unlike a monday (no matter how well or bad it begins, you know you'll be shoveling crap by its end) and of course, a  friday has the opposite reputatioN ... Now, you may ask yourself why am eye babbling on about this rep craP? The reason: no matter how each day tries to do something different, change its ways, it still will be responsible for what other days expect it to be for what it has been. Like wednesday, which is just a bitter middle child (or day) and that slut thursday is just a tease for friday who can't stand saturday because she (that's right, she) gets all the glorY. And tuesday is jealous of all of them because even eye almost forgot he (that's right, he) existS.

 

Now back to mye period and it's reputation thereoF: eye Think eye speak for most women when eye admit to NOT being any more moody with than withouT. In fact, it's men who are moody and with no reason for being sO. Case in point:

a man in my life invited everyone else to an event but thought it best not to extend a curteous request to yours truly because eye'm with "company" and he was scared eye'd catch a mood swinG. What the hell is that suppose to meaN?

eye'll Swing his mood especially since this is the same guy that tells you to schedule one thing for a certain day and then gets pissed when you can't (or won't) jump thru hoops after he changes it at the last momenT! eye Have many other examples of him riding the bitch pony but don't have the time and my attitude suddenly changed, without warning, and with no provocatioN.

 

The long of it is is that everyone deserves a chance to redeem themselves - to change for the better - and we must extend to others what we would hope for ourselveS. With that being said (or on your part-read), bleed it out, dig in deep, pull it out and throw it awaY. And, oh yes, don't forget to wash your handS.

 

-kvk

eye Should not be held accountable for the following entry due to the fact that it's that time of the month, but here eye go anywaY:

 

It's a sleepy august on the dreamiest day of the week - sunday (a day that ends pretty much the same as it begins). Unlike a monday (no matter how well or bad it begins, you know you'll be shoveling crap by its end) and of course, a  friday has the opposite reputatioN ... Now, you may ask yourself why am eye babbling on about this rep craP? The reason: no matter how each day tries to do something different, change its ways, it still will be responsible for what other days expect it to be for what it has been. Like wednesday, which is just a bitter middle child (or day) and that slut thursday is just a tease for friday who can't stand saturday because she (that's right, she) gets all the glorY. And tuesday is jealous of all of them because even eye almost forgot he (that's right, he) existS.

 

Now back to mye period and it's reputation thereoF: eye Think eye speak for most women when eye admit to NOT being any more moody with than withouT. In fact, it's men who are moody and with no reason for being sO. Case in point:

a man in my life invited everyone else to an event but thought it best not to extend a curteous request to yours truly because eye'm with "company" and he was scared eye'd catch a mood swinG. What the hell is that suppose to meaN?

eye'll Swing his mood especially since this is the same guy that tells you to schedule one thing for a certain day and then gets pissed when you can't (or won't) jump thru hoops after he changes it at the last momenT! eye Have many other examples of him riding the bitch pony but don't have the time and my attitude suddenly changed, without warning, and with no provocatioN.

 

The long of it is is that everyone deserves a chance to redeem themselves - to change for the better - and we must extend to others what we would hope for ourselveS. With that being said (or on your part-read), bleed it out, dig in deep, pull it out and throw it awaY. And, oh yes, don't forget to wash your handS.

 

-kvk

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Just to send shivers creepin' up from your innards to your synapses, my lovelies...

I spend an inordinate amount of time in my head, pondering and meandering into dark possibililties...Dark places...Dark Thoughts...Darkness...

Have you ever wondered how close to Evil, True Evil you have brushed next by in passing during your life? Now, some of you have been touched, harmed, maimed and worse, thus know what lies out in the Darkness watching, and waiting for their chance to strike.

What monsters walk among us, passing us in the street, standing behind us in a cue, sitting by us in a theater in the dark, eyes gleaming in the flicking light? Every day we walk through life oblivious to who and what is right next to us. There are predators hunting among us. Their prey varies, but they look, more often than not, just like us. Innocuous and utterly camouflaged in their mundane appearance...sniffing the air for the weak and unprepared.

We like to think that evil wears a black hat, and twirls its mustache as it approaches us with it malevolent designs upon its sleeve, but that is not the case 999 times out of a thousand. There is no mark of the Beast tattooed on their foreheads. The master predators, they smile, speak soft and smooth, full of charm, not hint of deception in their eyes, and you don't even see them coming. Then there are the amatuers, creeping, sculking, hidden, until the last second, and you only have time for one last scream before they drag you down, and take what they want from you, be it your life or something maybe just as dear.

Every face you see...who are they really? What hides behind their eyes. What terror is swirling under the surface? Who are they? What are they?

Everyone of us is capable of terrible, heinous acts, but we don't act on our impulse, on our base animal natures. That is what sets we humans apart from other amimals. Our compassionate reason, and all the other attending attributes growning out of our common mutual cooperation to make civilization work and grow, but...those who turn off that compuctual switch and run silently under the radar. Wolves in sheeps clothing, circling and circling, until...they sinking their fangs and claws it their carfully chosen morsels, and then we know. We know that there are truly monsters among us, demons existing here with us so very close. They're not from Hell. No, they're are part of us. Living side by side with us, hidden in the cracks between our every day tasks.

Why do they exist and persist? Who can say? God? Surely God knows why...but so far God's not telling me why. So I'll just have to surmise that such creatures are some sort of lesson, some harsh test to see if we have what it takes to survive and remain good and true. To refine our metal and keep going through the jungles and deserts of existence until we emerge into a promised land where there are no such beings to plague us and haunt our nightmares.

At least I hope that is the case.

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