Some Points to Ponder


Megamall, Manila. Early August.
I am sitting here with an old note book and a new heart.
I'll probably laugh at these bundle of words some day. Some other time maybe, but not today.
My sense of humor is pretty low right now. I am supposed to be studying for a long test tomorrow. Ironic, is it not?
Why is it that every time I go to malls I feels much closer to the mannequins instead of the shoppers? True, I love to watch people----- so preoccupied with their latest purchases, so delighted with the littlest things . I watch them but I always feel seperate from them. Like those giant-sized Barbie dolls in the store windows. The silent observers .
Now, how did I get here?
I took a sip of mineral water and wonder why people go to shopping malls for a break when they only going to get their feet sore from walking.
Human nature, I'll never understand it.
I remember clearly a few months back, last December. Okay, so it was a year ago. Everyone was bustling around for both their longtests and their last minute Christmas shopping. Of course, everyone was eagerly waiting for the break, and to tell you the truth, I happen to be one of them.
But of course, I can't say that I spent last December without my usual unpredictable grumping around. Call me Scrooge. Bah, humbug.
In fact, while I was making the paper work for the Quest in Chemistry, I was also planning how to make my "baby" 's life miserable. I meant my exchange gift partner , of course. He, he. He.
Deck the halls with poison ivy ...Tralala. . . la. . .la
'Tis the season to be nasty....Tralala. . . la. . .la
Sounds familiar, doesn't it?
The sounds of people bustling around brought me back to reality.The question of those mannequins came back to my mind. Funny, it's as if I am looking at people through an unbreakable glass barrier.
I threw my empty plastic bottle in the trash can and started walking towards the exit. I stared at the small statuette of a glass phoenix that I had bought along the way. I held it up to my eyes. It looked fragile against the bustling of the crowd around me. Yet it easily glittered in its ruby and gold glass tint, poised ready to fly. Just like me.
It's time to move on, girl.