Went out for a walk. Check.
Made some noise. Check.
Write an article. Doing it now. (If this is published that means it's done)
Musta? Kumusta? Kamusta? (How are you?)
These words are worst than COVID. At least to some.
A friend (Friend A) just chatted me earlier telling about a common friend (Friend B) who chatted him out of the blue asking how he is. The innocent Friend A replied and kept chatting with Friend B until the real intent has been revealed. Friend B is asking for a loan from Friend A.
That finally sank in the reason why Friend B suddenly kept liking Friend A's posts in fb and even taking time to comment. They're not that interactive that much and now to suddenly doing that is really intriguing.
Friend A has no problem lending some to Friend B. The concern is that to who will really use the money? The more concern is that it might be a scam for the phone of Friend B could have been stolen or his account hacked. You'll never know these days who are the scammers.
Friend B said to send the money to his friend/flat mate through Western Union since Friend B is not vaccinated yet that's why he is not allowed to transact. Is this another red flag?
I then asked Friend A to video call Friend B to confirm if it was really him. Friend A said he will do it later.
If Only I Listened by Sponked talked about an excited Little Sponked crashing the mini jeep and vomiting. Oh, the shame!
This made me remember of the time when I was in grade school. We were banned to leave the school not until classes are over. During lunch time, only those who live nearby are allowed to go out of the school premises. For us, we bring our own lunch.
Back then, stickers are a thing. I can't remember what kind of stickers were we so crazy about that me and two classmates decided to sneak out one lunch time. One of my companions knew where to buy the said stickers. We have extra money at that time to buy them stickers.
The sundry store was about a kilometer or so away from the school. Halfway through, I crossed the street only to find myself suddenly under a jeepney, hurt and in pain. I was crying from the shock of it all. My new wristwatch from my dad was broken and I was worried about what would my mom say about that. I'm sure she'll be furious if she sees my watch smashed.
I remembered the driver and some other adults pulled me out of the jeepney and brought me straight to the hospital. I have a hazy remembrance of the event. I remember being drowsy and sleepy, crying no longer but all I wanted was to sleep. They kept telling me not to. I also remembered they brought me for an x-ray and the room was dark, cold and the clanking of metals were nerve wracking. It's like a scene from a horror movie.
I remembered some of my teachers were there in the hospital. I was worried they will punish me. But they were so kind and concerned for my well-being. I fell asleep after that. I guess they allowed me to upon knowing I don't have any fractures thankfully. The teachers together with the driver brought me home to my distraught mom.
I'll never forget the shame the day I was able to go back to school. Every morning we have a school assembly in the school church. One of the teachers asked for me to come to the stage. There I stood in front of the school a bad example. The teacher told the students not to follow what I have done, that they should listen to their teachers and do as they were told.
Possessed by evil spirits by Jeansapphire39 tells of her experience in Singapore.
When I was young there were already stories about possessions but more stories were told when I was in secondary school.
I belonged in a choir then. One evening service in school, we were the ones who rendered a song. The next day, we were assigned to sing during the church service as well so we had to prepare the stage.
After that evening service, some people were attending to a student in one of the benches. Me and a co-member of the choir were busy with arranging some benches on the stage.
We noticed that the girl they were attending to seem to be agitated. Someone was fanning her. Some were holding her down. She was seated and suddenly her she was lifting her legs at the same time as she seems to be assuming the prone position. Those attending to here were trying their might to hold her down but she kept resisting. One of the teachers then said to the rest of us to kneel down and pray to which we did instantly.
It was another several minutes before everything calmed down and the girl seemed normal.
It had been said that she had been feeling well for weeks. She never had such kind of event since then. The next year, she graduated.
To this day, I'm still unsure if whether that was possession or not.
It's now the end of weekend and tomorrow is a new work day for us here. I hope you are all doing okay and ready to start another work week.