Alone in his room Buboy felt the eeriness of the night beginning with a screeching noise from downstairs. It was 3am and there was no way that anyone would come into the house at the dead of night. Later Buboy heard a voice still from downstairs. He would’ve gone out of his room to check but his instincts said that there was none. He dismissed his thoughts and went back to sleep.

But the screeches continued and, soon thereafter, it was coming up. Buboy did not hear footsteps but he felt the vibration from the wooden stairs. He had lived in the house long enough to know when something was wrong and, he knew, this time, something was horribly wrong.

As the “presence” drew nearer, Buboy noticed a faint glimmer of light from beneath his bedroom door. This light seemed to come more from a candle than a light bulb. He checked if there was a power failure, but his electric fan was working just fine. Confirming a presence in the house, it was then that Buboy got scared.

Moreso was his fright when the footsteps stopped afront his door, forcing it open. Buboy turned around and pretended to be asleep. His immediate inkling said it was a ghost, but for all he knew it could be a thief or, worse, a murderer. Still, Buboy thought it’d be best for him to creep to the farthest part of the bed (as if it mattered) and hoped that his visitor wouldn’t do him any harm.

Later, as the presence drew nearer, Buboy would be able to make more of his visitor. It was a woman carrying a candle, walking slowly toward him, crying. The woman was whispering a prayer as she approached. The now frightened Buboy forced his eyes close and dared not to look. Then, Buboy began to feel droplets of liquid on his skin – first on his hair, then on his face, onto his body until most of his limbs had been drizzled.

Buboy was engulfed in terror ’til he diciphered a phrase spoken by the woman.

“Panginoon, kayo na po ang bahala sa anak ko. Huwag niyo po siyang payagang maging bakla.”

(Lord, I lift my son up to you. Please do not let him turn gay.)

End notes:
His real name is not Buboy. He does not have any plans to reveal to his family the true nature of his sexuality. He wanted to be hidden under the name Piolo, but i figured that would be a give away.

All around the blogosphere election related articles have sprung like political killings. Sadly, I am impersonal to the upcoming elections because I am abroad so I cant campaign for Victor Wood, although some of you would realize that I tried.

And because talking about the elections would be sort of anti-climactic, I would, instead, like to take this opportunity to declare my candidacy for the 2028 presidential elections!

Party
I am running under the party called YAGBOLS – Young and Groovy Boys of La Salle, and I am stressing my pagka-Lasalista on this matter because Ateneo produced Gloria Macapagal Arroyo and Erap Estrada. More than this, the only time the LaSallians decided to cheat was in the UAAP, and they got caught.

Funds
For every campaign there is a need for funding. If you scroll down the sidebar there is an icon saying “Make A Donation.” If you’d like to support the campaign you should probably donate all your money right now.

Posters
Posters are a nuisance to the country during election year. So I shall minimize my usage of posters by putting one that will be immediately noticed.

Moniker
I believe the Comelec allows monikers to be used in the voting process? Noli de Castro can be called Kabayan, Tito Sotto can be called Tito. So, as previously stated, my moniker will be, whether you like it or not, “The 2028 Philippine President!”

Bow!