SO I SAY...

Eccentricity may be odd but it definitely adds thrill and hilarity 
to the normal yet monotonous life.

IT LINGERS

Did you ever get the feeling of being watched? You don’t see its eyes and you don’t see its form but you are very certain you can feel its presence lingering, waiting and sucking what little amount of braveness and rationality that’s left of you.  Because of your undying curiosity, you are hoping you could get a glimpse of its manifestation but somewhere deep inside you, a voice is praying that you rather not.

Inside an abandoned room, a sense of unspeakable despondency is rather strong.  What mystery lies within this space? You start to think. And out of curiosity again, you want to know the answer.  You start to tiptoe your way inside the room and you suddenly realize you feel a strange and incredibly powerfully sensation in every step you take.  You start to shiver and your eyes start to play tricks on you.  You thought you saw something – or someone – standing in a corner but in a blink of an eye, it disappears. You remind yourself to stay rational but then again, you saw what you saw.

With a shudder, you decide to leave the room. Whatever happened inside this space is something you want to understand but feared at the same time.  Even though you want to run, you are mysteriously walking at a snail's pace as if a part of you want to stay inside the room.  You are almost outside the door when you feel – or rather saw – someone at the corner once again. You can feel its eyes glaring at you, so strong it makes you turn your head to see its form.  But once again, no one is there.  No one.  Your eyes are playing tricks on you, you thought. 

But you know better.

ENVELOPED IDEAS

Once again, I was summoned.  And it thrills me to know that I was beckoned to step into the light not because my strength and thoughtlessness were dreadfully needed but because I was required to open some of my too many enveloped ideas and scribble it down. Oh well, considering the era we are in, I might as well say I was required to do some tip-tapping on my computer’s keyboard.  That’s it?  I asked, surprised.  Only that, came the reply.

I have way too many enveloped ideas I could not even take hold of the others anymore.  If my ‘significant other’ is currently drowning her mind with her so-called pyramid of thoughts, I, on the other hand, sinks my mind with endless piles of enveloped ideas; some are sealed and some are not.  Of course, there is a purpose to that.

For one, I am thinking of owning a black cat and train her to be the meanest of mean cats; programming her mind to severely scratch the faces of insignificant people or maybe teach her to believe that insignificant people’s beds is her litter box. That would be nice.

I am planning to tiptoe my way to the peak of the Himalayas and spend some quality time with my books, say reading “The Hottest Summer” by some unknown author with a mouth-watering decaf on hand.  Or maybe jog my way up to the Devil’s Mountain, tugging along my meanest cat and soak ourselves in the refreshing waters of the famous waterfall.  That would be the coolest.

But the grandest of all is to be able to spend a few weeks inside the deserted Beechworth Asylum.  Again, I will bring my meanest cat with me and explore all the rooms inside the once impressive building.  And if I’m that lucky, maybe I can get to see and feel something out of the ordinary in one of those rooms.  Man!  That would be lovely!

Well, enough of my enveloped ideas.  But I'm seriously thinking of owning the meanest of mean cats.