Alone in the big city

I woke up this morning with a neck ache. I am 100% sure it's because of the entrance exam yesterday. I spent the entire 2 hours looking down on my test paper so now my neck muscles are killing me. The exam room was plain hell. IT WAS SO freaking HOT I almost died of suffocation. I just want to forget it right now. I was so distracted of the heat yesterday I wasn't able to focus. I'm not sure if I could pass it. Cri! Add up the Chinese student beside me who kept on asking about the Filipino part. I am doomed. Cri!

It was raining hard when I left the school so I went to the National Museum for awhile. I was rooting for the paintings but then I ended up at the artifacts building. I roamed the entire museum and came across some Americans who are doing some research. I worked my way up then finally I went to the 5th floor of the building. When the elevator door opened, I wondered why it was so silent. There were no humans. It was dark. So being a crackpot and a lover of mystery novels, I stepped out of the elevator and explored the floor, alone. No kidding. I walked silently and the smell of the floor was like that from the past. Just imagine the smell of an old wood and and old photo album full of old photographs. It's like that. My heart was pounding not because of fear of the undead but fear that the smell might be bad. Then I came across this storage room full of shelves with transparent containers. It contains dead animals. It was for display downstairs I thought. That time I felt like someone's following me. It gave me goosebumps because I remembered I was alone and no one would hear me if something bad happened. So I quickened my steps while cautiously looking at my back. It was like that from the movies the only difference is that I'm not a criminal. It was like Night at the Museum. Hahaha! Then I hurriedly went to the elevator and hit the G button.

Seriously, my curiosity would  kill me one of these days...