at nine last night, as i was going out of waltermart along pasong tamo, (incurable mall rat i really am), my phone beeped. and beeped. and beeped.
i didn't get to read the messages right away. i was a bit paranoid of displaying my phone inside the jeepney-- i mean hello, people are hungry in this side of the planet and my candy pink-colored motorola, when resold can afford to feed a family of five for three days.
i thought, my new home is only a few blocks away anyway, so the messages can wait. and had it really been an emergency, people would've called. we spent two minutes, fifty seconds waiting for the green light in the intersection of south super highway and arnaiz avenue and a good 10 seconds to make sure that the coast is clear-- meaning-- there are no speeding dump trucks that would crash into us and kill us instantly.
by the time i got home and checked my phone, five messages from family and friends were waiting. all the texts pretty much said: BATASAN was bombed. congressmen and staff were hurt. where are you?
gmanews.tv
the south wing takes a big bang
gmanews.tv
one minute you're alive and breathing, next minute,
you're inside a body bag, dead.
i had to sit down.
i don't want to be morbid and all but really, it's as if death is coming closer by the day. barely a month after glorietta was bombed--err-- okay not bombed, after the particles of gases in the basement of g2 went amuck, here's another big bang.
(by the way, i wonder why the authorities is taking gazillion years to determine the cause of the glorietta explosion? )
my playgrounds are being annihilated.
they bombed a government agency this time. who knows when and where the next bomb will detonate?
i've run out of theories and possible solutions.
right now, i am just scared.
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