falling from a high place

July 22 is a great day for me.

8.am              I didnt fail the micro exam (refer to last blogpost),
10.00 am       Had lunch at Mang Toots,
12.30 am       had a little fun with my new subsecmates (C5)(Papa Bear Pangan?! haha)
2.00 pm         konting pictorial sa daga then sa subsec
6.00 pm         the ireg parteh,
8.00 pm         lacson unleashed his Thomasian Spirit, Kiko's Heart talk,
9.00 pm         drove to PhilCoa for Janna's mini birthday party
12.00am        with my Highschool friends

and then... by 2.00am, when i was about to go home...

the car wont start.

i tried again.

the alarm sounded.

i panicked. "oh shit. baka magising ang mga kapitbahay ni Kokok at pagkalaman akong magnanakaw ng sarili kong koche!"

nagpanick talaga ako. tarantang itik. at nagfflash forward nako sa mga echo ng boses nila daddy at mommy na nagagalit. "tinakas mo nanaman ang koche?! hindi ka na nag-aaral! puro ka nalang pasarap... ablablablabla"

the alarm stopped. at sinusian ko uli.. and

shit. nag-alarm ulit. i realized i was just using the duplicate set of keys, so hinatid ako ni JC Alberto sa bahay para kunin yung isa pang set ng susi. yung original na.

good thing my brother, Shan, was still awake, so she got the key's from my mom's bag and went back with me at Kokok's, hoping that the original key would tame the alarm down.

but it didnt.

it fucking didnt. panic na talaga. so i had no choice but to call my mom. (last resort na talaga si Daddy kasi baka may inooperahan, or natutulog.) And my mum went so mad. as expected.

naghanap kami ng mekanino nearby, and thank God and the god of Mitsubishi may bukas pang talyer dun. kinalas nila ang beterya, kinabit ulit. tanggal na ang alarm. then they said, "Boss, kakadjutin natin to" (translation for the konyo people: "Hey handsome, we will make tulak-tulak your car ha?")

first try. second try. umandar. and it died again. im such a loser. or the car is the loser.

si manong nalang ang kumadjot ng koche, and the car suddenly went back to life, at least for the next 30 minutes.

Shan and I did the scariest UST to Frisco trip of our lives. I kept on kicking and kicking the gas, and kung stop sa stoplight, i still kept on kicking gas while on neutral. we were so damn scared. not because it was late at night. not because a truck might crush the car. but because the car may die again, and it will only be Shan who will be pushing the car. hindi ko kapatid si Superman.

After a 30 minute drive at second gear... we arrived the gates of 35 Osmena St, SFDM QC, in one piece. inscathed. and still scared.

and then. just when the car was parked on his happy place sa garage...

and the engine spontaneously died.

the car wont start again... walang magagamit na koche si Mama. i didnt know what to do. and ayun na nga. napagalitan. napagalitan. napagalitan. nadamay ang Physio. nadamay ang schedule ko. nadamay ang mga party na pinuntahan ko last year. nadamay ang kuyente. and gasolina. pati si manang nadamay, ibang kwento na yun. and Dad is mad too, gising na siya, tumawag from Olongapo. Buti nalang hindi na inabot ang telepono sakin kundi na-double dead ako ngayon.

and now.... just before i sleep, i though: i was so damn happy the whole day. and it ended the way it doesnt deserve to end...



when i fall, i want to fall from a high place.




and i just did. and i'm sleepy. i hope magstart naman yung koche para kay mommy bukas. konting himala, Lord. himala. magtira naman sana kahit konting swerte ko nung tuesday.