Everything seemed antagonistic. I wanted to fetch my classmate's laptop up there in the Commercial Center but the skies were as gray as the screen of a cathode television. With second thoughts, I still went out and walked a bit. There was a wide flash of lightning followed by a hesitating disco drum of the thunder. Later the raindrops started falling on my mosquito-bitten skin soaking the upper part of my blue shirt. Without an umbrella, running fast was the last option to save myself. Spending a foggy afternoon with foggy thoughts and watching everything get poured by the rain, no doubt, I am at the campus again.
I stopped at a place where a lot of people hover and wait for a tricycle. I took one myself. Alone. The tricycle driver detoured after seeing the struggle of the muddy water clogged on the streetside. Shaking his head, he took on the other direction. As the tricycle snaked up that steep pavement near the gymnasium, two full-packed tricycles were almost bumping each other. Their passengers inside were screaming while the two drivers themselves yelled at each other too. Passing the sidewalks of the rotunda, local skater boys continued playing with the smoke of their cigarrettes while laughing and sitting on their boards, as if there were no rain at all. Behind them, freshmen kids were running with long brown envelopes in their heads, like the rain was behind chasing them. Then I finally reached the spot where I had to get out of my seat. I got up. When I rushed to take a step off to the corner of the burger house, I accidentally bumped a woman with dark red lips. It was the most noticeable feature on her face, like she has put her lipstick on seconds ago. She almost fell back. I apologized. But she was already cussing out while arranging the scarf on her neck. I just walked away. She was already consumed. I knew it wasn't my fault. She just couldn't be helped.
When I had the laptop, I decided to walk my way back to the dormitory. As I walked, I was left to lower down my head and focus only on my phone. Randomly reading my inbox, playing songs, or surfing facebook. I wouldn't want to look straight forward or to bother what's beside me. I am suffering from a poor eyesight. The trashes scattered on the streets seemed to have only one color. I'm not certain if the people I meet on the way are the ones that I should greet, the ones who were my classmates, or just the strangers who don't care about anything at all. I can only see the complexion of their faces, not the expressions written all over. When I tried to look at the oval, it's strange that the color green was extending everywhere. I mean, I know the size of the oval. It was way too wide. When I freezed before the traffic-jammed tricycles, I couldn't determine which was moving and which one was on a halt. If not for the ranging sounds, I would have believed that what I saw was a very long train. Like those that they ride in the Harry Potter movies.
Arriving finally at the newly painted door of our dormitory, I took a deep breath of relief and thought of how I could finally rest from all the blurry visions I just had and I always have every afternoon. When I opened the door of my room, few seconds waited until all the lights were out. Immediately, I was in a total darkness. I tapped things on the way to my bed. It is getting colder now as well. At least, the comforter is reassuring and the huge pillow is inviting. I tuck myself in the bed and decide to sleep. The rain outside? The red-lipped cussing out woman? The condemnable eyesight? Or the blackout? I tell you, I got worse problems than that. And indeed, I feel sorry. I am blurry.
