He Almost Hit Me
One of the joys of having a facebook account is the chance to proclaim to the whole on-line cyber public on your page about what the hell you are doing and thinking at that instance to everyone interested or not about your miserable life, like what you just ate, what stupid thing you just saw or how you hate the goddam world that it would just blow up right about now.
I never joined facebook so that I could openly publish to the world my thoughts whatsoever, and for so long I was those unsociable solitary facebooker who never said anything on their homepage, until I finally wrote this thought three weeks ago:
He almost hit me.
Then came these comments from everybody else
I never joined facebook so that I could openly publish to the world my thoughts whatsoever, and for so long I was those unsociable solitary facebooker who never said anything on their homepage, until I finally wrote this thought three weeks ago:
He almost hit me.
Then came these comments from everybody else
Who did?
Some foreign guy, but he didn't do it on purpose, he probably forgot all about it too.
Did you see his face?
Yeah, but I can't remember, his face was a mess.
Some foreigners can be so rude, they'd love to make a scene.
But this guy wasn't so hard-headed at all.
What?? How did it happen? I hope you are okay now.
He was in a hurry to go down the ground floor, probably running from someone. A lady even yelled at him, but I guess he didn't hear it. its ok he didn't bump into anybody. A security guard caught up with him after, but it was nice of him not to resist, in fact he barely moved a muscle.
PUAHAHAHA!!!!!! WOW..
He barely moved?
Yeah, like I said, he wasn't so hard-headed.
Haha I wish I saw him too.
Amo rah mining it quote moh!? (is this what your quote was supposed to mean?)
The french proverb? "a leap of faith and an open mind will astound everybody else"
dunno, can you apply it?
Maybe, in a way.
This happened in a mall by the way. The foreigner also spilled something on the floor, it looked like dressed chicken. he left a great mess on the floor.
Did he steal those?
No I dont think so, the groceries were at the ground floor, he came from the 3rd floor. And I was pretty sure those were his.
Drum tana baH! sa bawbaw sya halin pero daw dalum gd sa ubos... (this is so complicated! he was from above but it all ended up in the ground floor (?) )
Drn na intrigue ako, so anung nangyari? (Darn, I am intrigued by this, so what happened)
You could make out a little picture about what happened from all the conversation, but the truth is, I was just playing rhetorically with words and see what everybody thinks about the little picture the whole conversation made. The bleeding truth goes like this, and I mean bleeding.
I was going to watch a movie again at ermita at manila like what I always do every month, I was looking at this big TV screen in this mall where they had the movie schedules shown, it took me a while to stare because I couldn't make up my mind what the hell to watch. Then suddenly I heard a lady scream, when I looked into that direction I saw this man falling from above and landed headfirst somewhere on my left, I'd say about 5 meters more or less, with this terrible bone crunching sound . His head was smashed and he spilled his brains all over the floor. I felt hell froze me all over, I started to take a few steps back thinking another body might drop next, then I waited if there were gunshots or explosions but then nothing followed and people were already running and making a stampede at the exit. I pulled my myself up and started to come closer, I swear I could feel ice inside my shoes. He was a big guy I'd say around 40, he was in an orange shirt and shorts but some said it was red, I was already getting disoriented like marijuana. They said he was a foreigner but his face was scrambled, I could see his goddam brain like a salad, they were pink and once piece was so near me that I looked at it closely, it was like a small piece of pink dressed chicken all moist and sticky. I pulled out my mobile phone to take a shot of him but my hands were trembling, then that was when the security whistled at me to go beat it, show's over or something, he was carrying the sale banner from the marks and spencer store to cover the poor schlep in pieces. With my mobile phone still on my hand I called up my old man.
You wouldn't believe what I saw
Now let us go back to my facebook thought, scroll the window back up and read it all over again, this time knowing what the hell is going on.
The french proverb was actually shortened from my version of 'A leap of faith from the third floor will leave you with an open mind once you hit the ground headfirst, and it will shock and astound everybody else around'
And by the way, it is not french, that foreigner was.

10 Comments:
Wow.
I'm not saying "wow" to what happened. Although it would've left me in a trauma if it happened to me. I'm saying "wow" at how good you can write. And you really gave me a good mental picture after I read this.
I envy your talent. Hats off to you.
2:51 PM
hey CLC! I wasn't expecting to find you int the middle of my blog :)
I am not surprised why you can make a mental picture of the whole incident after all those gory comic books you have been reading haha.
10:35 PM
Ha! CLC. haha My name is Mona.
And I don't know why it took me so long to read your blog. It's amazing! I love gore, what can I say? :)
I sound creepy...
12:58 PM
I quit hard liquor 2009, but beer will always be a part of men's weekend diet.
Ey would you like to go get something to drink? coffee or maybe those colored drinks you post around your blog, after I get back home, on a weekend haha
3:10 PM
I don't know how this thing works but I just deleted 3 comments in a row.
3:10 PM
My good friend is also dropping by this weekend for a couple of beers across the block, we'd love to have korean food with you guys but we're in manila. I wont be home until monday.
11:16 PM
I can explain.
You see I had two bottles of beer last night and at 1 in the morning I went to 7eleven to grab something to eat and on my way back to my room on the hotel lobby I checked my mail and I tried to reply on my blog while the alcohol was kicking in and I had to rewrite and rephrase until I until I came up with a sane reply, and even accidentally deleted other old replies in the process. The next day I read through what I wrote and I felt I wanted to write the whole thing again while sober, so that I could sound like myself. It sounds silly though haha.
11:29 PM
Why can't I see my previous anon comment. This is really weird.
That's alright, maybe some other time. My hands are tied during weekdays. :)
11:29 PM
Oh. Now I know where my comments went and where your comment came from. haha!
11:34 PM
My hands are tied on weekdays either, saturday nights are the working class' only time for retreat. There's still more saturdays anyway.
Have great korea dinner kkk!!!!!
8:48 PM
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