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//Wednesday 4:58 PM
Something about blogs and the past.



Everyone is doing blogs these days. Don't know what's the attraction. Don't get me wrong. I like blogging bcoz it's a place where I write stuffs. From news to things that happen in myself and even stuffs that is bothering me. It's a place where I could just write without someone critisizing my English or whatever.

I've been blogging since last year. But not here. I used to have a blog at friendster. Still do. But haven't found the right time to write anything. So now I decided to make a new blog.Anyway, blogs have really become overrated nowadays. Just about anyone can make them now. No matter how old or where they're from. A few blogs that I've found were helpful and really good. Some were just ok. Others were just plain bad.


Most just write things that happened recently in their lives. Some even post things like pictures and audio clips to videos and stuffs.



But there was this one blog. Well I think it was a blog. This guy ( I think it was a guy, bcoz it would be too freaky if it was a girl) who talk mostly about the afterlife. And not just the normal scary ghost stories scary BOO! kinds. It was more like into the Dark Arts with strange symbols and stuffs. Ways to summon spirits. Ghosts of the past. You name it.



It was so weird. All that hocus pocus. It freaked me out so much that it makes me so afraid and sometimes made me see things that shouldn't be there. Things that aren't really 'there'. (Well I hope it's not really there.)



I know I shouldn't write this here of all places but I actually tried it. One of the rituals. More like stupid mumbo jumbo. It was one of those rituals that try to summon spirits or ghost of the past. I was so nervous when I did it. I didn't know which I was more nervous. That I might messed it up and call someone or someTHING....else..or that I might actually see her again.



It wasn't like some witchcraft voodoo ritual or the like. It was pretty simple really. I can't actually tell you the details or the materials I used in it but, like I said, it's pretty basic. I was afraid it wouldn't work. What I can tell you is that I needed to gather personal items of hers.


No human sacrifices. No bones. No fresh blood. It was pretty normal for me. But it was kinda hard to gather all those things. Gathering them not the hard part. It was the memories in those items that was hard. Sigh..the memories...


Anyway...After all the necessary things are done, well it seemed that it didn't worked. I'm not stupid. I shouldn't be believing in it. I know that. But I can't feeling like really disappointed. I just wanted to try it out. See if it could really work. But nope. Nothing happen. At least nothing I could see.


There was something...but I don't know if it was real or I just imagine it. It was strange though. Well first of all, I had turned off all the fans, the air conditioner and the windows were closed tight. So you can guess from that statement that I was sweating more than usual. Right, and then there was this sudden chill in the room. Just like that. This was after I finished what I did.


The drop in temp. wasn't slowly. It was just like snapping your fingers. SNAP! Just like that. One minute I was hot as hell, sweating like a squealing pig getting ready to get slaughtered. The next, I was as cold as the North Pole. Or is it South Pole? Which pole is colder?


lol getting off-topic there. Anyway, general knowledge question there for you guys. For a chance.


Anyway, I thought maybe someone harn turn on the fan or the A/C but it was already late. I'm the only still up at that time. The rest of the family had gone to sleep by that time. So I had to check it out. But by the time I turned around, it was gone. The 'cold'. It's gone. Just as quick as it first came maybe. It was hot then but I wasn't sweating anymore. Even my clothes were dry.

I couldn't have imagine it, right? You tell me. I don't understand anything anymore.