Yep, I did not sleep this morning, and I slept at class instead, until the lecturer looked at me like I�ve been offending him somehow (I guess I did). So, I went to the psychic�s house as instructed. Well, it�s not actually a house, (amazingly) a shoplot near the mall.
When I got in there he wasn�t there. I guess that�s because we came one hour too early. But then again, he kept miscalling mom over and over agin although it is clear to everyone that we�re already sitting comfortably on the sofa of the waiting area! Mom promised me that I could just sit in the car, but I took a chance to wait while watching TV at the waiting area.
Then as I watched some afternoon soap opera (not that I liked it), This huge shadow obscured the TV. I looked up, and I saw this guy, all white; white shirts, white pants, and white sandals. My instincts tell me that he was the psychic. Well, I was right. He was talking on the phone and went like, Oh teacher (to my mom), I didn�t know you�d come so fast!
Mom urged me to follow her and the psychic to �the room� for �scanning�. What the hell�? I gave her all sorts of excuses until she gave me that weird tone of �Oh, why don�t you wanna go?� I said I don�t care and I�d like to watch the TV. But then again, Iat occasional intervals I moved from the sofa to the side of the room, to eavesdrop. Not much did I found out, all I heard was mom spilling dad�s affair to the fat man psychic. And I swore the rag doll on the side of the door, beside me while I eavesdrop, looked weird�
The, after like one and a half hours, mom came out, bumped with me who was still eavesdropping. She looked really absent-minded and went like, �Let�s go�. And then we went shopping (I guess a women�s mind is like that).
But I knew mom would talk.
You know what the psychic said about us? He said I got Saqa. That�s an Arabic word, as I found out from a leaflet in the shop. You know what Saqa is? You know, like a �being� residing in someone�s body. You know, like mythical creatures. Like, cuz when I was 29 days old, I was sent to granny�s house and I cried for three days non-stop. Mom said �it� came at that time and resided in me. Bleeergh!
Hey, come to think of it, it sound�s like Naruto, dosen�t it? That Kyuubi thing inside his body�like resided when he was a little baby, and doesn�t wanna come out.
Well, I thought Naruto was fiction.
No way! You�re kidding me!
When I said that to mom, she said. �Why do you say that? I hate you! I hate you!� She sounded like so weird�well, mom, I wanted to believe, but�Kyuubi?? What the�?
The psychic said that this �thing� resides in the female desendants of the family. It came from our grandpa (I knew that, but that�s a long story and I thought it was a legend). Then the thing resides in all the female descendants, my aunties and mom (all four) and now�all three sisters of the Shinrei�s family.
Consider ourselves charmed.
Now the psychic told us that it resides in the female body. If I stays there, it brings bad luck, and all love relationships of the person is going to suffer (what a jealous type)�and giving its host premenstrual cramps and back pain. And he said, �did any one of you had back pain, mostly near the waist; and menstrual cramps?�
And mom was like, �How did you know? My girl at the waiting room there�she has back pain! And another�has menstrual cramps!�
My little sis, who has been with me at the waiting room, practically freaked out. Yes, she has back pain, particularly in the waist area, but it was barely a few days old! Just recently�how did he know?
Me? Menstrual cramps? Well, yeah, just three days ago, too. But nothing that I couldn�t cure with Panadols and hot water. Seriously! From my conversation with friends, they all have cramps too, but they rather cry and take a day off than eating Panadols like me (well, I don�t take days off. That�s lazing around). What�s with the cramps, psychic man? Like even I know that!
Oh wait, mom was referring to my other sister in college.Phew.
Well, about the Kyuubi thing. I�m not really sure I�d believe it�but remember about my alter ego? The one �confronted� dad when he cheated? Maybe it was the Kyuubi? One of my friends say I am weird. Was it the Kyuubi? I know I am a little weird, but I am a complex person. That�s what comes when your IQ is 131 and you have the attention span of a kumquat. When I was ten, I was already reading politics and discussing it, but I couldn�t find any ten-year olds that share my interests and I got laughed in class. I stink at singing, and I have no luck at all in lucky draws (except last week when I won a $5 shopping voucher). Above all, I feel fine. I do not feel like someone�s controlling my live�or do I? Well, above all, I don�t have feelings of recurrent amnesia like those possessed by demons(from stories I've heard). But don�t worry� the psychic said that he �d come to my house to �cleanse it�. Oh no, now I had to hide my porn.
Porn? Did I say porn? Oh, no, no, just naked baby pictures of me. Hah! Fooled ya! Girls on�t keep porn, darling. But there�s a chance of him seeing my manga artworks which have lots and lots of girl pictures�.(not that I liked girls, I actually can�t draw boys)�in�uncompromising positions��and I also have that manga tutorial which have step by step drawing of women�.in birthday suits�.eheheh�.well, I gotta learn manga somewhere�and oh yeah, that Love Hina comic my best friend gave me before graduating from high school (I wonder why it was always found in my brother�s bedroom)�.
And oh, yeah, all the evidences that I�ve collected about dad. Hope that psychic does�nt find out. And, oh! I kept thinking that my psychic is actually a thief trying to make off with my parent�s money. Like asking us to leave the house for cleansing..and then��cleaning� up all tha jewels in mom�s nightstand.
For now, he said he�ll come for cleansing if we prepare all the ritual stuffs: feather, soil water of seven soils�yadda�yadda�so I�ll have time to buy.
For what?
I think I�ll try and communicate with my Kyuubi.
And try to ask him to leave me and get another host.
Man, now I am starting to think that it existed!
Am I crazy?
