just another re-post…
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sharing the night together
i was listening to ivan’s music room when the song, “sharing the night together,” was played. reminded me that i was brewing up a blog entry when i was in manila november of last year with the same title but never got to finish. (here’s some excerpt from my draft)
reming, a.k.a. durian… ruping, katring, gloria, milenyo… call it however you want, it’s still “bagyo” to me. for somebody who hails from somewhere typhoon’s the last agendum on the weather bureau calamity list, “bagyo” is one great scare. simply put, di naman kasi bumabagyo sa davao
so while i was staring from my bedroom window in that transient quarters where i stayed, i couldn’t help but wonder how things were like if i was in davao that very night… not that cold, not that dark, not that sad, not that alone.
oh well… so much of that night shared with reming. nothing’s more relieving than being and staying here.
sparky, sparky night
i probably ate something of electrode in nature coz i seemed to be attracting ignitions of some sort that night… the eve of bagyong reming. (yah, not done with my typhoon sequel)
during the ride home from the office, we opted to keep the car windows up coz it was starting to rain. caught in traffic at some intersection at global city (basta somewhere near essensa), smoke was starting to fill the interior of the car. wwaaaahh!!! and there was a small spark that sent the carpet ablaze. ate thata was in her amazona senses to get me out of the car and turn off the small fire, with mr. snappy soldier-driver, in time for the stop lights to turn green.
and you thought that ended there? i thought so too. upon arriving home, i changed clothes and went downstairs to pee. seconds after closing the toilet door and turning the light on, another spark from the ceiling with a faint blast sound startled me. milliseconds after, all i saw was darkness. opening the door, still darkness greeted me. oh, and there went our lights.
boy, was i spark-jinxed that night?!
tabang!
yah, yah… it was that fateful night experience. i need not say anything more. it’s written na naman sa previous blog ko eh.
eto lang masasabi ko… is it just fate or am i just jinxed?
accident aftermath
i swear to the gods of space and demons of the underworld that i will never… i say never… ever ride toril/mintal/calinan-bound jeepneys. i don’t wanna generalize but for the longest time now, these jeepney drivers are the most abusive when it comes to speed limits, stereo/radio volumes and traffic rules. i’ve had my fair share of nerve-wracking drive-to-heaven rides that really send passengers clinging to dear life in overhead bars, even before my accident.
see, ever since then, i never actually finished gathering my shattered confidence just yet. mulagput pa gihapon akong kalag ug musaka akong kabuhi the moment my ride picks up speed. it would still take a while before i get trusty and comfy with my ride again. but until then, i’m all cautious and on guard wherever i go.
special mention to you, mr. driver of PWM 999 en route toril… you scared a hell lotta guts out of me. if i ever see you again, di ka na sisikatan ng araw sa gabi. huh! maghahalo ang balat ng manggang tinalupan. tandaan mo yan!
originally posted on february 2, 2007 @ friendster blogs
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