Little Miss Apple Pie

Oh, that's life. 

In a little while you will be boarding that plane bound for Seoul and here I am still in bed moping around at home because there is no chance of seeing you for the next 12 months.

The post title might not make any sense to anyone, trust me, I don't think it makes sense too, but to some people it does--and it's the parents of the little boy, who was unfortunately named as such.

Ladies and gents, meet my one week old godson... And yes, he is called Hair Her, but whatever has gotten into the heads of my friends (AKA his inconsiderate parents) I do not know exactly. Perhaps, they just find the name really cute and unique (as it already is) but I still think that it's not right to name an angel such a name.

I officially met Hair (rolls eyes) last Saturday when I went to see his dad after quite a long time. It has been quite a while since we last saw each other, so when he asked where I was and asked me to come over I agreed immediately. We bought rum and Pepsi, even bought him a pack of smoke-- I just missed my friend terribly. LOL While we were walking that night, he told me he needed to confess something so I just let him speak. I listened intently and though I was not surprised with some of his confession, I was really surprised to find out that he have a newborn son.

I was ecstatic, really excited--man, I just couldn't express how happy I felt when he told me about it and when we got to his place, I cannot explain in words the joy I felt especially when I first held Hair in my arms. The name kills it though, I was protesting that they change it, was even blabbering about how terrible they are as parents for naming the little cutie pie as such, but I was relieved when they finally admitted that Hair Her was just a nickname (sighs in relief).

Turns out, our new little ninja's real name is Yohan Leonidas. Killer name, I know--he's a ninja spartan--or spartan ninja? Whatevz, all I know is that I have fallen in love with little Hair the moment I saw and held him especially when he smiled at me for the very first time (see photo above).

Things might have not turned out the best for me in the past couple of months, but to be honest, Hair made me forget about all the heartache. I don't know how, but it's as if he gave me a new chance, he gave me hope for a better tomorrow.

I'm not saying I have totally forgotten about Mike, little Valerie and all... there's just something about Hair that tells me that everything will be alright and that to forget about the pain and forgive myself is what I should do... basically, he made me want to start life over in a clean slate.

Je t'aime mon petite garcon... la marraine vous aime. ❤ ❤ ❤

Quite a late post…

Thanks again, Ge!

This was sometime in the middle of the week. First of all, I am terribly sorry for the weird phone call, but I appreciate that you monitored me the night before and perhaps you just really wanted to know what happened on my way home from work.

It was terrifying. I thought I'd had to physically fight for my life... I was so scared, but tried to keep my cool when he followed me home and it feels good to have someone monitoring me during those times.

So that morning, I waited for you, saved you a seat in the queue for the local transit.

Glad to see you though, barely could wait to tell you exactly what happened the night before. You even brought a pack of my all time favorite cookies and we ate that on our trip as we talked about what happened and other random things, you even paid for my fare. Man, I owe you a lot now eh? Anyway, thanks for the company, joh eun chin gu. ^_^ yet again, kamsahamnida! ^_^

좋은 친구 (^_^)v
(joh eun chin gu - a good friend)

Had I been the same person I was before I met you, I would probably be out there dating every guy who knocks on my open window. I would have never feel this way about a lover who have decided to leave me, I would have never fought for my place because the Maria I knew is not the one who chases. But I guess, things change and it has made quite a pathetic person out of me...

I wonder when you'll be flying to Korea so that I'd at least have an idea when you're going to see me because you kept on telling me that you will definitely come over to see me before you leave. Whatever you have to say though--even if you will not come back the same way, I'll still feel the same. I guess, I truly love you unconditionally that I have allowed you to make such a martyr out of me...

First half of a short story.

SUMMARY: In the 1890's, well-renowned Egyptologist James Quibell has been involved in the mysterious Hierakonpolis dig. A decade later, he breaks his silence by writing the mystery that has shrouded the death of the famous Professor Petrie.

CATEGORY: Falls under Biography/Mystery/Horror, Urban Legend

Journal of James Quibell
5th May 1900

My initial excavation with the well-renowned Egyptologist, Professor Petrie, was in Gebtu (also known as Coptos) in the early 1880's; from that firsthand experience I have learned a great deal about the Ancient Egyptians and have come to appreciate their arts and culture until they have earned a special place in my heart. We have traveled to other parts of Egypt which only increased my interest and fondness of the land, but it was the infamous dig of 1892 that has marked me for life.

I have always been told to prepare myself for the worst in every excavation as there may be thousands of year old (yet, innovatively crafted) booby traps lurking in every corner of the site, or perhaps look out for unforeseen falling debris, all of which comes down to the same point which was to keep safe at all times. But though we are precautious nothing could have primed us for the unexplainable being we have encountered on our third day. By that point in the excavation, we have pierced through a tomb of an unknown royal family member; the marks on the halls leading to the main chamber expressed such an odd picture none of us, not even Professor Petrie, could fully grasp.

There were pictures of a luxurious life, that the owner of the tomb must have had centuries ago. It was interesting and easy to make out yet somewhere along the middle of transcribing, we've lost the idea. There seemed to be a series of death brought by one person, which our dear professor regarded as probably a symbol of a plague. It was then followed by some war images and even more deaths yet the oddest thing, and the most confusing of all is that in the next few pictures, the dead seemed to have risen to fight again. We have all come to the presumption that this is some sort of a reincarnation story yet it could not fully be since the scenes have not ceased and the, what seemed to be, reincarnated people were killing their own ensemble too. It was all too mystifying.

When we have finally reached the main chamber of the tomb, a revolting stench welcomed us but it was what lies behind the big stone door that astonished us; it was a corpse, a mummified corpse lying outside its sarcophagus! It was an outrageous sight! Whoever took it out of its gilded sarcophagus really made sure that it looked as if the corpse had crept out of it. No one dared to move for a while until the Professor finally walked in and we followed him, keeping quite a distance from him.

He squat down beside the corpse to inspect it as some of the men roamed around checking for other possible entryways, but as the professor leaned in, the corpse's fingers moved! He backed away immediately, appalled. He looked at me and gestured for me to move closer, I went behind him and as satirical as it may sound, I truly did hid behind the great professor frightened that the corpse might move further muscle. I stood there in complete silence waiting for the professor to say something but he didn't, instead he folded his arms at his chest and looked down at the corpse; I could tell that he was thinking really hard for an explanation.

Then he got down on a knee and lightly poked the shoulder of the pasty gray coloured corpse. In an instant, it responded and the professor immediately stood up and backed away again. It moved again, opening its mouth this time, gnawing as if trying to sink its rotting teeth at something as it tries to stretch its arm out to our direction. That gnawing sound echoed which made the other men move in our direction and look at the corpse on the floor.

The professor looked at us and said, "Gentleman, I think we just gained a new member." It was amazing how the professor could say this calmly as if he was introducing us indeed to a new member, someone that is alive and breathing and not something that lies lifeless on the floor of the spacious chamber just right outside its sarcophagus. The professor looked back at the corpse, this time it was trying its best to crawl but could not seem to pull itself any further from where it lies on its stomach on the floor. The professor then ordered us to check the rest of the chamber, I specifically was asked to check the sarcophagus and as I did, I discovered something way beyond what I could comprehend.

There were scratch marks on the lid of the coffin, which could only be from human fingernails; the scratches were deep as if what was inside it was buried alive and is desperate to get out, which probably means that my initial theory that it had crept out of the sarcophagus might be a fact after all. I backed away and turned to the professor, showing him what I have just seen then, telling him about my inconceivable theory; we both looked at the corpse on the floor, still gnawing. In that instant, the professor ordered some of the men to retrieve a large cloth and wrap the corpse with it, and not long after they were carefully wrapping the body of the deceased.

But before they could fully wrap the corpse, it had sunk its rotting teeth to one of the diggers' arm. It screamed in pain as the sharp teeth of the deceased pierced through his skin. "Be careful!" The professor screamed at the men who tugged the corpse away in both shock and terror. The victim pulled his arm as it pushed the head of the corpse away but instead of detaching the teeth of the corpse from his arm, his skin tore from his arm and he yelped even more in pain. Immediately, he was taken out of the chambers and out into the camp to be treated.

The remaining men continued to wrap the corpse as instructed by the professor. In a couple of days, we all have taken out what we could from the chamber including the sarcophagus, and not long after that we went back to England to further study the antiques we've found in the main chamber. The crew who got bitten was treated but had an infection, which resulted to a high fever that lasted for days. He was delirious by the second day at the ship, and soon he passed away.

But the very next day, whom we saw died in pain the other night, was roaming the halls of the sleeping quarters. He does not look alive, though and instead of walking, he dragged his feet on the floorboards of the hall instead; he was also moaning, not in pain or in any other emotional way, just simply—moaning, absentmindedly and his eyes were hollow and empty. Simply put, there was no sign of life in him apart from his ability to moan and walk (or rather drag himself around). I stood there at the end of the hall with the other members of our crew, they were all terrified; I was terrified too, and as it got closer I felt my knees weaken, I was shaking and as the slug reached out for me, I felt a hand pulling on my sleeve and there was darkness.

To be continued...

You know when people always say that you meet someone for a reason and things happen for a reason I never seem to believe them, until last night. We may never have worked out as a couple but we still clicked as good friends, and I couldn't be more grateful for that.

Time really do heal all wounds.

It was great to finally bond with you this way, Geoffe. Until next time, awesome friend.