suddenly, i hear nature summon me and i dash to the bathroom and take my rightful seat on the frozen throne, the ice-cold ceramic throne of destruction.
for breakfast, i know that i only have two options. colgate or hapee. there's food on the table but i wouldn't want to hear taunting "woo!" summons from nature boy anytime soon so i'll pass.
it's still dark outside and i have to walk some distance to find a jeepney. while walking, rain suddenly pours and i make a run for it. our subdivision's pavement is always elegantly decorated with dog shit and water puddles. so when it rains, the dog shit dissolves and mix with the puddles, this phenomenon make things more exciting while running for cover.
soaked, cold, and dripping wet, i finally board a jeepney. here's a little list of people that you usually sit with in a jeepney at around 3am.
drunk-ass bastards who had too much to drink. -these sorry ass mofos are usually broke and they often "forget" to pay for the fare. and they usually vomit on the floor/person seated next to them if the ride gets too bumpy. but some of these people are actually decent enough to swallow their own puke.
beerhouse girls -they usually come in pairs. girl-girl pairs usually go home to rest. however the girl-boy pairs usually go to motels or to the boy's bachelor pad. some are discreet and pretend not to know each other, and some can't wait and they tend to get hot on the jeep.
wet market vendors -you usually don't get to sit next to them because you'll be sitting next to whatever they are selling. like heaps of fish and vegetables.
people like me -these people fake their nationality and accents to make a living, eat "lunch" at 8:00am in the morning and have their "dinner" at around 4pm. they don't follow a regular schedule for taking a dump like normal people do, and they usually take a crap during work breaks.
people like me also have to be nice to 2008-olympics-frustrated-americans and agree with them that "china is indeed cheating/faking". you know what? go fuck your tv, your chips, and your couch you "athletic olympian". and fuck yahoo and those
i need to board another jeep to be able to reach my destination. from a few meters away, i see a stranger.. a man smiling.. --and with demonic speed he approaches me... he stares me in the eyes with an evil grin..
that is when i realize that i just missed the last jeepney. the man's tricycle roars and i curl up into a ball like a bullied kid who just lost his lunch money.
my teammates greet me "good morning" and i smile back.
epilogue:
"pare, alam mo ba kung nasaan si pedro?"
"di eh, di ba pagkatapos nating naginuman eh pumunta siya sa pad ni juan?"
"di ata chong, tinext ako ng asawa niya wala naman daw siya doon kina juan"
"di kaya may masamang nangyari?"
"baka sumakabilang bahay na siya..."
"may masama nangang mangyayari"
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