Martes, Enero 8, 2013

The Story of My Night

My head was spinning and the only company I had was the voice singing inside my head. The song coming from a long pink wire semi-attached to ears down to my three-year-old Samsung Champ, also in pink. I walked the path homewards alone. Saw many faces to which I recognized none.
Incognizant to their floating thoughts of riding home too, or going on a date with some number two. I was swallowed wholly by the blue whale that had me reach the north at exactly 9:00 P.M. Lesser people in the crowd, no pushing and hair-pulling this time. Shucks. No night thrill. The killer bus fetched me and off we went to Monumento, where snatchers build their haven of injustice. Luckily, I don't own anything (yet) worth getting mugged for.
Just one stop before MCU, Bagong Barrio I think, a group of Black Nazarene devotees (more like youngsters) caught the bus and sang a gospel song, which was nice if only they weren't making a fool out of it. I alighted the noise-stricken bus and continued my journey home.
Side-stopped at SM Hypermarket to buy some corned beef. My only joy in the morning. And some Yakult my nightly remedy. 30 minutes before closing. Done. Items checked. Hesitant to buy marshmallows for the kiddies. But what the heck.

Music still playing, I sang along with the song "The Moment It Stops" by The Narrative with indefinite lyrics jumbling in my head.

Finally, landed a foot at our doorstep while letting out a fully exhausted sigh. Met a welcoming smile from Daddy dearest, and a poker-faced greeting from some. Upon entering my sanctuary, there pinned on the wall, my overdue internet bill. Saying "Hello, please pay me," Like I won't? Patience, my dear freeloaders of internet connection. When I feel like it. When I;m done irritating you, scaring you that I might no longer continue to sustain your net surfing vices. Then I'll seriously think about it.


For now, I'd like to travel again. This time with my beloved bed towards dreamland.

Tomorrow, shall I travel alone again? Or will there be MRT antics to excite my nocturne cravings?



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