I've been out of the global village for quite sometime because of a reason: I reflected/meditated on what happened in my life these past weeks. Yep, yoga is starting to devour my fancy. (",)
Life is a continuum. (Quote here). There are some points where I need to improve myself. Change if I must. Change is the most constant thing in this spinning rock we call world. I need not change my negative pickles, though. The weird me, trash talking me, and utmost-disgust-to-senseless-things me. They are there for a particular reason. I'm not aiming to become a doll of pure perfection. I'm a marionette for destruction.
If last Friday wasn't the hottest day of the year, I must've died and gone to hell. At two in the afternoon I was standing along Edsa, waiting for a taxi. I waited and waited... And waited. Every driver that exists in the city must've had the same idea, because hundreds of cabs zipped past me, all of them occupied. After maybe half an hour, I began to hallucinate. I imagined the passengers sitting inside those nice well-ventilated cabs were pointing at me and laughing. "Loser!" they seemed to shout as I waved limply at their taxis. I was raw hamburger in a nuclear furnace. My skin hurt. My brain hurt. My hair hurt. Anyone who still thinks global warming is left-wing tree-hugger propaganda should try stepping outdoors in the afternoon.
As I stood there being irradiated, I thought of ancient prophets on foot across blistering deserts. What incredible visions must've swum before their sand-filled eyes. It is not a coincidence that many religions were founded in the desert. Stick a fork in my ass, I'm done.