Getting Twilight

I finally got to fly to manila through the new airport, it looked really really good that it didn't look like I was still in my country when I landed. Even right after I got out of the airport at eight in the morning, I felt sort of orderly at the new place like the folded shirts in my goddam luggage since I left home, it's not like the other airports here in manila that when you get out, everything is like cramped and crowded, now I could sit there and catch the morning breeze in a great big pavement without people pushing you around.

I don't know about cabs here yet and I don't know my way out of the place but somebody was driving me out of the airport, so I just walked around hoping to see this bust of this guy ninoy they said was around the place. Anything that has to do with airports here in manila are likely to have ninoy's name on it because he was shot dead a hero while getting out of a plane decades ago. I was trying to find his smiling bust because its probably a sign to everybody to be glad for coming out of the airport alive unlike him who got killed even before he got to his luggage from the terminal.

Anyway, my sister was asking for these books that were made into this movie twilight that's hitting the theaters right now, I think its about vampires and one of them falls for a human girl which every other vampire thinks is too good a food to waste, probably something like that. And I don't understand why a lot of girls are into this thing, I've heard some are crazy about the vampire who stars in the movie, they said he's so romantic and all that crap but I think these girls hadn't heard enough pick-up lines in their lives yet. Vampires sure do have a way with words to get to their food, if this actor were a real vampire, he should be very fat by now.

I didn't have much money so I just got her one book after work and I'm sure its not part of her homework in high school and she couldn't finish all those twilight books over the weekend. The books were easy to find at the bookstore though, there weren't in the shelves but I found them piled on the floor because nothing says bestseller for a book better than it being piled like an aztec temple in a bookstore. I got one and went to pay for it at the counter, the clerk was wrapping it so goddam slow that I found this box of twilight book markers she hid under the counter, I could tell because you can see the vampire's bad hair day sticking out from the tip, I asked for one because I wanted as much collateral freebies after buying this twilight book and my sister would probably like it too.

I later found out that it was a slip for some free haagen das ice cream, its said you can get twilight flavors from it which maybe would make your blood sugar all to high and vampires were out to get you. I wanted to eat the haagan ice cream because I knew they were expensive notwithstanding it was made for a movie which I don't give a crap, but then they might tear or take this whole bookmarker for my sister after I get my ice cream so I just had to let that haagan thought pass, its still just ice cream anyway.

(picture was taken by my sister in her room, so don't mind the flowery sheets behind)

'Thud'

The last time I was in a car accident was around five years ago and I just had a new one last week. Actually I'm not fond of driving but I had to drive my father to the airport saturday, then drive my mother too on monday and pick up my brother tuesday and I was tired of running around the same road for days and maybe that's when it finally got me again.

The guy whom I crashed with was some old guy in his fifties and he was driving some old pick-up truck, that time I couldn't think straight anymore and I was smoking like hell, he kept telling me to take it easy and all. He was a very nice guy I swear, he took care of everything with his insurance and talked things over with the cop and all I ever did was stand at the corner and smoke.

A week later I had to get all these police reports from that cop so I could get the insurance company to fix my goddam car bumper. I had my accident around five in the afternoon and it was the night shift cop who handled my papers so I had to go to the police station at night. I didn't feel like holding on to the wheel for days now so I just took a ride and traffice was like hell at rush hour. I've never been to this police station on this side of the city, I got there way past seven and the police station looked like it was just the tip of the empire state building sprouting from the ground, there was no lights or anything around the place, it was dark but you wont feel bothered anyway, it was a police station for god's sake. There was no lobby when I got inside but the whole goddam ground floor was a jailhouse and the prison bars were right in front from where you came in, with all those inmates piled over like sick dogs in a pound.

There was a clerk at the side who had a statue of a saint giving out a peace sign and wearing this police cap on the table, maybe for the inmates to pray repentance and freedom from accross the bars. The clerk told me that the rest of the offices were upstairs, I went up and the second floor looked like your grandparents museum with all those gothic rails and rusting typewriters and steel cabinets that probably had doris day records inside them. The tables were pretty much rundown like the ones we had in high school and from where I sat there was a chalk board that wrote

This is not an ashtray

and an arrow pointing to where the chalks were placed at the edge. They could have just placed one goddam ashtray if everybody was looking for one.

I don't feel like writing about my whole car accident anymore, it bothers me so much at night that whenever I get to think of it, the goddam 'thud' rings in my head that I can't even get myself to sleep, hell I don't even feel like posting this one.