I got off from class at 1:30 this afternoon. I was in a hurry to go home coz I have loads of stuff to do, mom's errands, personal duties. I rode an FX in Tandang Sora after five minutes of waiting under the ever-reliable gray umbrella that shed me from the scorching heat of the sun. As usual, my mind flew and thought things 'til I get to my next stop.
Out of nowhere, the Sulpicio disaster crossed my mind. I remembered seeing this lady in wild hysterics on TV who hasn't found her sister days after the ship had sunk and simultaneously remembered how I felt. I think I felt nothing. I dunno. And then I said to myself, maybe life's like that. Life goes on no matter how hard it has become for others. Then I sighed.
So went back to texting. Thought about my own life. Tried ironing out some of my impulsive plans.
I was so near my destination until one lady from my left asks the driver to pull-off.
Passenger: Manong, pwede po dito?
Driver: Oo, sige. Dahan dahan ah.
Well for a second I thought, yea good. Coz I was seated at the rightmost part of the vehicle. No more hassles.
Split second, I found myself seeing a man terribly lying down the road. He got up trying to get his motorcycle, with his right ear dripping with blood.
"Oh my God! Shit!" That was all I had to say, at first. Having seen the driver hesitant to get his ass off his smelly FX, I felt like I wanted to slap him hard. "Dalhin na sa hospital!!," I then insisted. My heart was jumping really hard as if I knew the man involved. If you still can't imagine how extreme the impact was, imagine this. The door couldn't be closed. No more. Lumipad yung mama.
That incident struck me hard that I said to myself, "I felt it." As if a part of me blames myself for also wanting the lady passenger to get off through the wrong door. As if he was a family member. As if I wanted to shout at the lady for being such an idiot! As if I wanted to blame the driver for allowing the passenger to get off through that stupid door.
It only took a split second. A split second, that was all it was.
Out of nowhere, the Sulpicio disaster crossed my mind. I remembered seeing this lady in wild hysterics on TV who hasn't found her sister days after the ship had sunk and simultaneously remembered how I felt. I think I felt nothing. I dunno. And then I said to myself, maybe life's like that. Life goes on no matter how hard it has become for others. Then I sighed.
So went back to texting. Thought about my own life. Tried ironing out some of my impulsive plans.
I was so near my destination until one lady from my left asks the driver to pull-off.
Passenger: Manong, pwede po dito?
Driver: Oo, sige. Dahan dahan ah.
Well for a second I thought, yea good. Coz I was seated at the rightmost part of the vehicle. No more hassles.
Split second, I found myself seeing a man terribly lying down the road. He got up trying to get his motorcycle, with his right ear dripping with blood.
"Oh my God! Shit!" That was all I had to say, at first. Having seen the driver hesitant to get his ass off his smelly FX, I felt like I wanted to slap him hard. "Dalhin na sa hospital!!," I then insisted. My heart was jumping really hard as if I knew the man involved. If you still can't imagine how extreme the impact was, imagine this. The door couldn't be closed. No more. Lumipad yung mama.
That incident struck me hard that I said to myself, "I felt it." As if a part of me blames myself for also wanting the lady passenger to get off through the wrong door. As if he was a family member. As if I wanted to shout at the lady for being such an idiot! As if I wanted to blame the driver for allowing the passenger to get off through that stupid door.
It only took a split second. A split second, that was all it was.
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