Star army and the tragedy
Can you still remember the post that I’ve written weeks ago about my friend mark who got killed by the robbers? I also got a story to tell.
I was waiting for a cab at 5:45 Am along the road of Jones Avenue last saturady. Maliwanang na. Marami na ngang tao at nagjojogging sa lugar. I felt safe. But I was wrong.
May mama na tumabi sakin. Nagtanong kung anong oras. I wanted to run because I have a bad feeling (aside from his shit face) na masamang tao to. I always get in touch with my instinct, yan ang natutunan ko sa Psychology. Fight versus flight. Flight is not an option anymore since may isang mama din who grabbed my shirt at the back. Im so fcking dead.
If flight is not an option, then fight is the ony choice I have. Looking at them, kaya kong makipag basag ulo sa kanila because I am much bigger than them. They look like addicts (or might be addicts already) na kinapos sa hangin. Skin sticking on their bones, dead faces that I can knock off in a single punch and bodies that I can easily dismantle. But…
“Wag ka nang tumakbo o babarilin kita”. Sabi ng gago.
“Weh? Di nga? Try nga kung pumuputok”.
Syempre hindi ko sinabi niyan. Magjojoke pa ba ako sa ganung oras?
Ang sweet naming tatlo. Naka akbay tapos close na close. Ni hindi man lang naligo ang mga potah. Ang babaho.If the police will ask me to describe the faces of those fucking robbers, the sketch will look like gibberish that the word fugly will sound like underrated. Potah, pina abort ata sila noong nagpa ulan ang langit ng mukha.
Binigay ko selepono at wallet ko. Sad is they also took the wrist watch that my big bro gave me. As a sign of being thankful for what I have done sa family namin. For me being a bread winner and for him being proud of me. Potah, kahit sira sira na yun, napakalaking halaga nun sakin.
I told my boss of what had happened. Her initial reaction is, “Bakit parang wala kang trauma?”. That’s because I choose to move on and be happy that I am alive. I Thank God for being there, for keeping me safe. Mabibili ko pa ulit ang cellphobe,.The money? Nah, that will just let him and his family eat for just two days. And i just hope, gugutomin ulit siya ng tatlong buwan. I’ll spare the family, dahil wala din naman sila kinalaman dun. But if ever that they also tolerate the doings of those bastards, then I wish them all ill blessings.
Mga officemates ko naman iba-iba ang reaksyon. Merong nagsabi na “next time, be careful at always mag taxi. Mukha kasi tayong mayayaman”. Yung isa naman, “Eh kasi ang gaganda ng mga damit mo at ang gara mo pang pumorma”. Tapos ang isa naman, “Sayang, hindi nila nakuha ang puri’t dangal mo”.
So? Next time mag bribrief nalang ako papuntang office? Ganun? Tapos magdala ng landline instead of cellphone? Ang gagaling talaga mag advice.
I miss the sound of my cellphone. Sa totoo lng hindi ko binili yun. It was a gift. Noong may nanligaw sakin. Hindi ko naman yun hiningi. Pawang binigay lang along with a laptop. Di ba ang haba ng kili-kili hair ng tito niyo? Pero bago kayo mag isip ng masama, walang kapalit yun ha. Ni hindi ko nga sinagot ng “oo”.
Dahil lalaki din siya. hi hi hi hi. So goodbye CP na.
Masaya parin buhay ko ngayun. All in all, the worth of the things that they gotten away is lesser than the salary that I’m getting every 15 days. But its the memory that I cannot get back. Potakinangshit na magnanakaw. I wish them all dead.Sana masagasaan sila ng rumaragasang pison at sumabog sana ang mga utak nila para gawing pataba sa mga puno.
To the robber who killed mark, sana may maghold up din sa kapamilya mo and kill them afterwards. How’s that for a revenge? You know, sometimes I dont believe that I’m a humanitarian being. I’m a believer of the law of talion. Of the lex talionis. Of ayin tachat ayin. Eye for an eye.
I let God deliver His punishment.