Post 0006: New York Minute

- Today, we officially said goodbye to the flat. I didn't bother to sleep dun kagabi considering na wala na kaming gamit dun apart from the fridge, and since it was Rikki-chan's off, she also wanted me to sleep sa in-laws'. I woke up at around 7 para maagang maipagpatuloy ang HoD mania. Hehe. Suprisingly, after more or less an hour, Kaji finally shows up. Di daw sya makapunta dahil sa conflicts sa sked nya. Kukunin na raw nya yung mga gamit at dun daw muna sya sa may medyo malapit sa workplace nya for convenience's sake. Fortunately for him we did all the packing for him so the little man went out to fetch a cab while we sort out his stuff. He said that he'll have to wait for his transfer to Alabang before he takes a flat nearby my in-laws' house again, which most probably will happen sometime before December. I hope that if ever, the next flat would be a helluva lot better than the first one. Why? Una, sobrang weird ng texture at coloring ng bahay. Pangalawa, the water and lighting systems suck. Pangatlo, there's always this leak coming out of nowhere, Dark Water-stlye. Hindi naman galing sa ref yun dahil kung tutulo man yun, it wouldn’t be as much as the ones I usually wake up to, and it's impossible to have come from the faucet since may two weeks na ring walang tubig sa bahay. Siguro kung hindi naman nagmamadali sa paghahanap si Kaji ng bahay dati, we wouldn't have picked that one. But anyway, at least we had a taste of what we'd probably be dealing with in the near future. Too bad we didn't get to stay in that flat long enough during the two months that we stayed there though.

- Another tragedy struck the country yesterday when the Batasan Pambansa in Quezon City fell victim to a heinous bomb attack at around 8pm. As this blog was being written, there were already 3 confirmed deaths and 11 more casualties still confined in various hospitals. My deepest condolences to the families and loved ones of Rep. Wahab Akbar, Marcial Taldo, and Maan Gale Abustanillo. It was a creepy story for me to hear from John kahapon thru an SMS sent to him by his mum, especially when my media player was playing the song “New York Minute” by The Eagles. Here's the lyrics of that song.

New York Minute – The Eagles

Harry got up
Dressed all in black
Went down to the station
And he never came back
They found his clothing
Scattered somewhere down the track
And he won’t be down on wall street
In the morning

He had a home
The love of a girl
But men get lost sometimes
As years unfold
One day he crossed some line
And he was too much in this world
But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore

In a new york minute
Everything can change
In a new york minute
Things can get pretty strange
In a new york minute
Everything can change
In a new york minute

Lying here in the darkness
I hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody’s going to jail
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hand on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door

In a new york minute
Everything can change
In a new york minute
Things can get a little strange
In a new york minute
Everything can change
In a new york minute

And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take a fool’s advice
And take care of your own
One day they’re here;
Next day they’re gone

I pulled my coat around my shoulders
And took a walk down through the park
The leaves were falling around me
The groaning city in the gathering dark
On some solitary rock
A desperate lover left his mark,
’baby, I’ve changed. please come back.’

What the head makes cloudy
The heart makes very clear
The days were so much brighter
In the time when she was here
But I know there’s somebody somewhere
Make these dark clouds disappear
Until that day, I have to believe
I believe, I believe

In a new york minute
Everything can change
In a new york minute
You can get out of the rain
In a new york minute
Everything can change
In a new york minute

Ganito na pala ka-unpredictable ang buhay natin sa ngayon. Parang yung title ng isang blog entry ni Howie Severino: Andaming paraan para mamatay sa Metro Manila. In this case, sa Pilipinas. Masaya ka sa mall, kasamang kumakain ang mga mahal mo sa buhay hanggang makarinig na lang kayo ng malakas na pagsabog at sa muling pagmulat ng mga napuwing mong mga mata, nagising ka na pala sa isang buhay na bangungot. Nasubaybayan mo ang Martial Law at nagapi ang kanser, para lang mamatay sa isang aksidente sa daan. Ginagawa mo ang lahat ng iyong makakaya para mapabuti ang bansa, at sa isang kisapmata ay sisirain lang ito ng mangilan-ilang makasarili sa ngalan ng kanilang buktot na prinsipyo. Hindi ko na kailangang isa-isahin ang mga krimeng gaya ng pangho-holdap, rape, at salvage. Laman na lagi yan ng balita eh. Pero no matter how you look at it, it's all the just the same kahit aksidente o hindi. Maraming tao ang namamatay para sa wala. Minsan, kelangang may magbuwis pa ng buhay para maging mulat tayo sa mundong kinagagalawan natin at sa mga kakulangan natin. Kailangan pa bang may batang magbigti para ma-realize natin na maraming nangangailangan ng tulong natin? Kailangan pa bang may mga mamatay sa pagsabog dala ng aksidente o terorismo para lang mas pagtibayin natin ang seguridad ng bansa? Di ba nga may kasabihan sa Ingles, “It's better safe than sorry”? Kung tinamad kang basahin ang lyrics nung kanta sa taas, eto na lang para tumatak sa utak mo.

And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take a fool’s advice
And take care of your own
One day they’re here;
Next day they’re gone.

Muli, nakikiramay ako sa mga naiwan ng mga biktima ng mga trahedyang naganap nitong mga huling buwan.

- All for now, I guess. Class dismissed.~