Sunday, December 28, 2008

chops of wood

grandpa woke me yesterday with a big bang and an inaudible "naka migo sa gawas nangita", the bang was followed with a sprint from my bed to the main door. i didnt go out right away since i didnt want to seem excited if ever the person in my dream seconds earlier appeared in our doorstep. i saw an unfamiliar vehicle parked right across our gate (its a major sin not to recognize someones car in this small city) and a tiny hand with tiny cigarettes waving. it couldnt be him, and really, it wasnt really him. it was neil, this visit is neither unexpected nor expected since he had mentioned crashing sometime before but was waaaaay before. since i live in a barrio, no entertainment. so i suggested we hit the road and talk. on the way downtown, he made an expected turn on a path that would double the duration of the travel, he said he wanted to revisit the bridge ( somehow a landmark for the young generation ). as he was about to talk i cut him out by suggesting he teach me how to drive. he said okay so before we know it i was already on the drivers seat and tryin to get the car started. the road is pretty wide and less visited by regular PUJ's so i was pretty confident that this stint wont be the end of us. again, like most moments precious to me, i barely recall what happened except the distinct feeling of elation that finally i was able to drive a car. i was never adventurous so this things matter to me, when i first hit the water during a scuba trip, when i first jumped from tagulahi falls and now driving a car. the experience was brief since we were headin on steep road so neil asked me to pull over (even his instructions to pull over didnt fail to make me feel jaded), i saw a chop of wood and aimed on it. i greatly missed the piece of wood but i was able to pull over safely. its like failing to do something but not regrettin since after, i remain unscathed,

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