MATAPOS ANG HORROR STORY NUNG PASKO

The last thing i remembered was that my world turned orange. Oh yes, it did. My last collapse was in grade 4 on a girl scout investiture and the same thing happened--- an orange psychedelic vision.

That must be the thinnest line between reality and surreality.

Things around become reminiscent of the 70's with your world turning around and you feel that everybody has hepatitis D since they looked more orange than yellow. And then the orange world turned into a deep chasm of pitch blackness. And yes, there are things happening that don't belong to that world. And far more worse than collapsing on a Christmas day.

It must be my rotten blood for showbiz that sparked up when i found out that i was much more affected that Jet Li got hurt in Maldives because of the tsunami. And i forgot the rest of the 100 thousand that died.

God has put a special place for Asians because He knew that we are the perpetrators of culture, civilization and the arts. Heaven must be in some sort of cultural crisis for Him to really get that big of a population. And God specifically didn't hit the Philippines...

Kitch wrote me an email stating that she was unhappy. What could that be? I feel a sense of responsibility of the things that make my friends unhappy or happy. She said she got the worst news of her life. What could be the worst news in someone's life? Aside from death of a loved one, it could be that she got pregnant by some bozo she met in a bar. Or that her parents will send her to US to force her to study nursing.

 I am affected by the way she wrote it 'the worst news in her life'. I don't really have a 'worst news in my life'. I don't even count death as a 'worst news'. A worst news has to be something that defies the ordinary scheme of things in one's life. Something that can change your life. Something unnatural. Something really unexpected. That makes it more exciting and that automatically dismisses that news as worst.

A friend told me that what happened to me in SM was the worst thing that could happen to her. It was an iskandalo daw. Indeed it was an iskandalo minus the sampalan and the mean one liners, but me being a drama queen i figured i was hungry for the stage and the need to perform was reeking. So my body had this voluntary reflex to perform and perform I did!

It can be a worst experience but it was not a worst performance.

I thought that i'd rather have a worst experience than a worst news. A worst experience is just like a pie slapping right in your face while a worst news is having to see that pie being baked right in your face.