Zero Degrees Kelvin 01

Ayaka still gives a cold shoulder to Reifu. She has her reasons. This is the problem when you don’t have concrete evidence at hand, you can’t confront the person, Ayaka complains.

She prefers not to reveal her reasons, because, she pities Reifu. Reifu doesn’t know that Ayaka already knows her hidden mystery. Or, Ayaka assumes that Reifu’s not numb enough to not have any hint about it already by now.

Ayaka wonders what Reifu’s twisted, divine-sounding tongue had told Mizuka. She wonders if her conscience’s knocking on her…oh, she forgot, Reifu doesn’t have that—not even in her vocabulary.

This is the problem when you love the person too much because of the perfection she has shown. Ayaka put Reifu on a pedestal, she adored her, idolized her, and protected her; if only she could put Reifu on a little box so she won’t get harmed, she would. She was a fragile angel incapable of mischief, much more with lying? She treated her like her own little sister. Reifu’s such a brilliant and talented girl, Ayaka knows there’s more to her than meets the eye. However, Reifu’s naturally shy. She tried to get Reifu out of her shell by persistent encouragement and moral support. She tried to pull the best out of her. Ayaka’s life has been an open book to Reifu with a little hope that she could crack Reifu’s shell and would eventually open up to her. She wants their friendship to bloom like the one she has with her other friends. She wants to develop that inherent connection among friends. But Reifu has that innate mystery that Ayaka has been trying to figure out; her shell’s hard as cement to crack. She maintains that translucent hurdle that makes her more difficult to get to know deeply. Hence, Ayaka succumbed to what Reifu has been showing—perfection. Perfection in all aspect of her life. Ayaka adored her more.

Suddenly, epiphany presented the truth to Ayaka. The truth beneath Reifu’s divine mask. How rotten her core is. She had long been eaten by unnecessary insecurity and envy and masked everything by persuasive lies. Purely epiphany.

*** this is an attempt to short-story writing (which I don’t have any background of. Haha! So cut me some slack.) I will continue the story of Ayaka and Reifu in the succeeding entries. =) Hopefully, if I have time.

The Mosquito Conversation

I can’t contain my hatred for these little creatures flying around my boarding house. They are rampant especially now that rainy days are saying hello, in addition to the plants surrounding the house where they are most likely to breed.  They are so small they seem to be invisible; their buzzing annoys me I can’t concentrate with whatever I am busy with. Invisible buzzers. When they get to land on your skin, expect an itchy, circular bump. So deeply itchy you would just wish to puncture your skin or slice out that portion of your skin. Grrrr! These mosquitoes! The gratification I feel the moment I catch them with my two hands and crush their bodies into an almost indistinguishable form!!

This afternoon, while Gans (my roommate) and I are reading, she felt a mosquito bit her. She adjusted the electric fan towards us for the killer mosquitoes to get blown away.

Gans: kataya pman a mga r’ngit aya. (here comes the mosquitoes..)

ME: owayba (yeah..) *while reading, I was crossing my legs up on the chair to avoid being bitten*

Gans: di siran r’kta dn khasmo. (they don’t get enough of us)

ME: *laughs* siempre, diba one week bo a lifespan iran? Na omani m’bot r’kta na salakaw a r’ngit. (of course, don’t they have a one week lifespan? So every mosquito that bites us is another individual.)

Gans: oba bo adn a vaccine sa r’ngit. (how I wish there’s a vaccine against mosquitoes)

ME: owayba, na oman ta niyan mabot na skanian I puphatay. (yeah, and it dies the moment it bits us) *laughs*

Gans: mabot ta niyan na punggowa daan na gubo phatay. (it will vomit first before it dies) *she actually demonstrated how the poor mosquito will vomit the blood that it sucked from us*

We laughed in chorus.