September 5, Night, I Was Abducted By Aliens

Or something like that…

I wake up Saturday morning, dazed and confused. My left hand aching and bandaged. My right hand connected to a dextrose tube. My dad hands me my phone, and I answer, still dazed.

“Ozy, nasan na report natin?”

“Ano?” I answer groggily.

“Pol Sci, nasa class na kami, nasan ka na?”

“Ngayon na ba yun, shit! Nasa ospital ako.”  I answer.

Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep

THIS IS NOT A BAD DREAM.

I open my eyes. I think to myself, where am I? Is this real? And why does my left butt cheek hurt? I brush my hair and I discover that I have a bump on my head. And finally my parents talk to me.

“You have been abducted by aliens. They didn’t beam you down properly and you konked your head on the cement. You scratched your hand as well on impact. The doctors pulled an anal probe from your butt. We’re just waiting for you to recover.”

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I’m not sure if that would be totally funny or harsh if my parents ever decided to say that to me. Here’s what really happened:

“Do you remember what happened?”

“ZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…………….”

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I wake up because I have a visitor, Richmond. I’m told about how I totally conked out midnight last night. My best friend Leonard was there I and kept asking, like 20 or so times what day was it? Also I asked whether or not our common friend has left for the US for his semester, about a dozen or so times. And I greeted Leonard’s uncle, after asking whether it was his dad, about 4 or so times.

I have forgotten a lot. My body hurts like heck on my left backside but 

ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….

I wake up and see M.A.N.I. boys. And as my mother notes, the room was instantly alive with banter and laughter courtesy of Mark, Keith, Maurice, Jay, Kester, Arvin, Jude… and… I hope I didn’t forget anyone…

And then I see Hans after a short nap.Haha he drove on his own to see me lolz.

And they all went to play American Football. I will blog about our newfound love of the sport next time.

Another nap saw me with hanging out with Katherine, Kathleen, and Kathleen’s mom. All the while I was having my temperature constantly checked, more hypotheses regarding my condition, and that weird sphygmomanometer (is it what it is? Blood pressure thingy?) thingy squeezing my arm.

Also in between my waking consciousness, my phone was my constant graduation of time. I had so many flashes of Deja Vu while browsing through my inbox.

A deal two weeks late finally came through. I’ve found some buyers for some cards too.

I was texting AL and Honey. The last text from Honey was, “See you soon.” 

And then Honey and her parents came to visit. And we chatted. Gotta admit, having her Makoto aura near me really perked me up. Heard Charles Chua wanted to visit me as well, same with Harold.

The whole experience was bizarre, but heart-warming. But I haven’t gotten to the most dire part of the day. No not the alien abduction. But considering how I didn’t recall anything about Friday night, I started becoming paranoid about whether or not my brain would go all 50 First Dates on me…

It was a nerve-wracking sleep. But hey I’m here aren’t I?

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The Aftermath

I texted my groupmates and asked them about the report. They replied that they did fine as they were the second group to report, they had time to prepare. I was informed however that my prof didn’t have the most encouraging words for me. It seems that I have overcut. I texted him earlier this night explaining my predicament, and he hasn’t replied. I’m screwed aren’t I?

After discussing and replaying the events with my parents we have concluded that I fell from somewhere, or got hit by a car. All of my belongings were intact so there… I apparently came upstairs to our place with a bloodied left hand.

Later on another bunch of my friends called me to ask how I was doing. Or offered to visit me. I’m pretty thankful I have these guys with me.

I guess that’s why I’ve been prompted to blog, because I am visibly and emotionally grateful for my safety right now. I may not remember where I put some stuff or where I was last Friday, but at least, somehow, I can find out.

Wait what the heck was that? There was a weird sound outside, it was like a crash of some sort… Wait there’s a light, it’s pulling meeeeeeeeeeeeee iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!!!!!!!!!!!

[Specimen 3APh2008090501 has been recouped. Silly yellow-brown boy]