I don’t feel like walking
Around Camp John Hay at night after overtime
Lest I bump into that freaky Filipina
That gave that American serviceman
A wake-up call at five in the morning.
She might follow me at home,
Blood, mud and all
And wake me up every six
So I won’t miss the 7:20am shuttle
And an early breakfast at Jhuneco.
At night, riding taxis
From Camp John Hay to Session Road
I don’t like the idea
That I’ll be paying taxi fare
For the Lady of Loakan every now and then.
She has a penchant, you see,
For riding in taxis without paying
Having photo-ops with tourists,
And showing up on MMS-ready cellphones.
Crows, I hear, are suspect too
Of being one with the supernatural.
I see then in flocks every afternoon
Perched above the pine trees and waiting for prey,
Be it living or carcass.
Whenever I pass by these crows
I imagine suddenly seeing weird things
Such as those yaoi dudes on “Yami no Matsuei”*
Or some freaky guy from some horror movie
Sneaking up me and slicing my neck.
The cemetery near VOA is suspect too.
They say that ghosts roam by the forests
Doing God-knows-what on God-knows who
And frightening little kids to sleep
Instead of watching late-night anime.
Good for me, my office
Is just near the Eco-trail
Devoid of ghosts or phantoms
With the Warbird guard dogs scattering poo around,
Nothing more, nothing less.
*“Yami no Matsuei” (Descendants of Darkness) was an anime shown before on the cable channel AXN
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