"Make a Move and the Bunny Gets It"

If I were a three year old born on the 26th of June, I'll probably be making this little poem, enjoy...

"Put the Bunny Back In the Box"

My mommy's coming home on June 26th,
My birthday is June 26th,
I'm going to see my mommy for the first time ever on June 26th.

Sounds familiar? LOL:D I am just excited.

Despite It All, Something's Within

Tuesday

With hard curled fists thrown wildly at the huge man's jaw, landing with soft thuds --- it was enough as finishing touches to end the dispute of even I have lost track as of where, what and how it had begun in the first place. It felt good to release the anger in me, despite of the pain on my sides wherein a beating it had suffered from my opponent, it still felt good for my mind was denying the stings my body was taking.
I could taste blood from my mouth, sending me to flung one last kick towards the motionless body that lay before me. Ptooey! Spit on you. Yup, add insult to injury. That's more like it. Curse you.
Then I couldn't deny myself but think, how was this a good idea to resolve something? I could've walked away and let it be. Damn.

Wednesday

Where am I? I climbed up on my legs. They wobbled under my weight. I can't get up! Something's keeping me down. It felt like there were hundred tons placed on my back. I turned my head as far as it could go. Nothing. Only the misty air. The sky was dark grey. I was confused. Was it day time or night? I really had no idea.
Cold wind hit my face. I felt hot stings on my face. AAAAARGH! Painful! Verrrrry painful! I slowly watched my face take form on the puddle of clear water that lay strewn in front of me. My eyes watched in horror as I saw what caused the unbearable pain. My face...my face bore holes the size of a thumb in diameter and must've been as deep as an inch or more. I could clearly see my wounds amidst the bloody mess.
I turned to look at the figure beside me, still down on all fours. It was a familiar face. It was my father's. Pop...Hey Pop!...he couldn't hear me. I followed the path his eyes led to. He was watching the full moon. Suddenly the moon started to spill water. Seconds before I could say anything, water buried my legs, then climbed my waist. I tried to pull my father. He was rock solid as if he was a statue stuck on the floor. I looked around, everyone were in the same catatonic state. The water was now up to my neck. I couldn't see anything.
A face suddenly appeared before mine. It was someone I knew but I couldn't remember who. There was a freaky smile on her face. Her face suddenly wrinkled and as slowly as it had appeared, she transformed into an old lady. What's going on? My face still felt the stings. Hot hot hot. The water was scalding hot. What's going on!?!
This is judgement day, she said with the smile still on her face.

I woke up all wet with sweat, some trickled on my face and back. Despite the cold I was furiously sweating. I gasped for air as I shot up wide awake. My head whirred. I was dazed. With every breathe I caught, it choked me. I grabbed my covers and clung to it like a child. I was trying to make sure it was all a dream. I started wishing I was a child again. To be able to run to my parents to ask for assurance that it was all a bad dream. I silently prayed. Not for myself, but for my parents. I curled myself still at the end post corner of my bed.

Thursday

I hate being stuck. Not being able to get out of the house. After the busy days I've had enrolling at school, its time to await the day of the first for classes. Boredom, it tires me. Its too hot. It would probably rain later...but that would make it hotter than it already is. I'd rather feel too cold than be all hot. Maybe I'd go to the beach. It's just nearby. But I hate everything that's over rated. Like the sunset. I love the beach. I just hate the other reasons being there other than the clear cold waters. Its too early to go...but might be too late to decide to go. Stuck.

Friday

It rained again today. As usual. And this goddamned jeep ain't moving. Oohh...what's that up there? Yeah, the sky. Strange...it looked so beautiful. So still like a painting. All with its blue and purplish night sky while the sun's down going. It suddenly occured to me that it has been a long long long time since I've taken the time to stare and watch the sky up there. I've forgotten its beauty. Wow...its just amazing. From now on I'll be watching you. Yup. From now on I will catch every show. Is that a bunny!?!


***Based on actual events***

11:11 - Not As Weird As It Seems

"The numbers are the most attractive combination there is. You might think that it's the number you always see because of its uniformity and so it is hard to forget when it catches your eye, when actually, it doesn't differ with the number combination 8:30 but still a person would not think of anything peculiar about it."

This was the explanation I got from my Philo professor. I had to ask after having weird experiences in the number combination sightings myself. Very weird but then, not anymore.

"Here's how it happened to you. After your friend mentioned it, your mind sub-consciously became aware of the number thus leaving you feeling all weird in a sense of de ja vu-like manner. If you put your mind into something, what you choose to see is most likely what you'll see. As for your friend, it may be the uniformity of the number that attracted her eye."

This one's from my Psych professor. Case closed.