To The Man Who Cried For Me

Only one man ever cried for me. And no. It wasn’t my dad.
Yes, he spanked me a couple of times but I don’t remember that.
All I remember is that he taught me, nurtured me, loved me.
He hugged me, cared for me and kissed my tears away.

Some people say that we have a lot of things in common. Others would think otherwise.
But who cares. All I know is that I remember him. And I miss him so much.

I remember the day he changed. He was no longer his old self. He woke up with a start.
His knees were trembling. He forced himself to stand up. Bolo in his hand. He held me tight as he started waving the bolo in front of him. “Mga Yawa mong Hapona mo! Pahawa! (You evil Japanese! Get away!)”. He was protecting me from the unseen figures only his old eyes could see.

Commute Series

Today, my life changed. Officially. For the first time in about four months, I took a public transport to work. And I wont be taking one only for this day. No. I will be taking countless jeep rides until my motorbike is strong enough to face the horrible traffic again.

I feel sorry for Bobby. I really do. I could feel his pain.

My dad said he needs at least a week to recuperate. He had quite a nasty fall.

As for me, everything is getting worse. I can’t seem to move my legs and my kneecaps feel like they’re going to fall off anytime soon. Which is why I’m preparing extra lengths of duct tape in my bag.

Wounded Knees

I left for work at around 8:00 am. Trekking Gorordo Street everyday, I knew the route like the back of my hands. 80kph on Escario Street, 60 on Gorordo and 30 near JY Square would get me to the office on time.

Ok, let’s cut to the chase. I figured in a road accident…

Yes, that’s what this post is all about. A car was trying to make a U-turn to get to my side of the road. As a defensive driver and a Cebuano who genuinely believes that assholes should be given all the consideration that they need, I stepped on the brakes to stop.

Well, instead of JUST stopping, the traitor of a road swept me off my bike. I landed on the wet, slimy, and god-forsaken pavement with a very loud thud after I lost the most part of my knee caps. My bike earned a busted headlight, deformed stepknots and a right to have its wheels realigned.