Windchimes

May 26, 2008

Cat’s Eyes

Filed under: Doodles, Blabs and Rants — Tags: — didee @ 9:15 pm

He scares me.

That’s what I initially thought when I saw him standing there in the corner of the train. Wearing a long sleeved black turtle neck, with black boots and black leather bands on his wrists. His eyes were lined with black liners and his pale white skin seemed more ghastly with the strictly black ensemble he has on.

His hands, with fingernails painted black, held his iPod and he was listening to some music that I’m guessing sounds equally eerie as the image he is trying to project.

But what really scared me was when I saw his eyes. They were all black, deep black, except for the teardrop shaped bright blood-red slits in the middle. They reminded me of cat’s eyes in the dark.

He was standing across from where I was seated in the now silent train, filled with people also lost in their own mum world. I found myself stealing glances at him looking at the blurry paintings outside that the metro leaves in it’s wake.

And the next thing I know, he was staring straight at me. I was staring straight into those black piercing eyes that mirrors nothing. It was said that the eyes are the window to the soul. But holding his stare, I couldn’t help but feel that the other end only holds a deep abyss. I felt sadness.

He alighted first. And my eyes followed him, and his followed mine as the train went on to continue it’s journey minus the stranger with the piercing black eyes.

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12 Comments »

  1. i’m waiting for you to say he is so good looking he left you immobilized on your seat. heheheh

    careful dee.

    Comment by isza — May 26, 2008 @ 10:05 pm

  2. haha hi mai, scary jud siya ma’am promise hehe 🙂

    he was good looking though, but reminds me of count dracula kay pale white skin hehehe 😀

    Comment by didee — May 26, 2008 @ 10:12 pm

  3. I couldn’t guess if this was fiction or a real event until I read the comments. ^^ Either way, it’s cool.

    Comment by absolute0 — May 26, 2008 @ 10:21 pm

  4. another MRT horror hahaha ^^
    take care boks!

    Comment by sunjun — May 27, 2008 @ 12:14 am

  5. Dustine! hey! been awhile ha 🙂 thanks for droppin. Bitaw noh, this could have been taken as a fiction hehe. But it was true, the wonders of contact lenses hehe 😀

    Comment by didee — May 27, 2008 @ 1:34 pm

  6. Hi boks! Haha .. horror man jud.
    Take care too 🙂

    Comment by didee — May 27, 2008 @ 1:35 pm

  7. hmmm
    while reading, ang ako naimagine ky katong mga mag-cosplay sa japan nga ing-ani pd ug projection
    magblack tanan with matching contact lenses pd nga murag iring.. ang kalahi lng ky dli pareha ani imo gdescribe nga black and blood red..
    nascared lng ko katong niana na ka nga he stared at you.. yikes!!!
    and makes me think ate di, sure ka nga tao to? heheh, dba u can see “them”?
    bcn ba, isa to sha sa “them”.. hehehe

    Comment by michelle — May 28, 2008 @ 3:07 pm

  8. hi dee, mishu!! 🙂

    Comment by dwight — May 28, 2008 @ 4:44 pm

  9. misil! hehe… murag true to life to cya ma’am dli cya 6th sense hahahaha 😀

    hadlok jud ang mata oi… dunno kinsa nag embento ato nga contact lens hehehe…

    what i’ve seen in Japan were those real life anime characters hahaha with short skirts mwheheh

    Comment by didee — May 28, 2008 @ 6:12 pm

  10. dwytttt!

    miss you pud 🙂 bisita nya dinhi 🙂

    Comment by didee — May 28, 2008 @ 6:13 pm

  11. inarticulateness says : I absolutely agree with this !

    Comment by inarticulateness — May 29, 2008 @ 2:29 am

  12. glad you agree 🙂

    Comment by didee — June 3, 2008 @ 8:40 pm


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