Monday, December 12, 2005
fate is a hobofate's hands may seem filthy at first glance, but they're cleaner than you think. so don't be shy, take its hands.
ever notice how the little things you do suddenly turn out to mean something? this morning, as i was preparing to leave for another half-dead day of school, i contemplated on whether i should bring two small towels or just one. it's something you don't really think about, but somehow, today, my braincells were racing and solving the seemingly impossible riddle of whether TWO towels should be brought [for my basketball game later on in the day] or just one. after what seemed like a hundred days of scientific process, theories, and possibilities, i ended up bringing two towels.
on the way to school, i noticed that the little bar on my gas meter was forcing itself to reach the red line, as if desperately trying to say, "pa-gas ka na, gago!" but, a stubborn self and fifteen minutes left till my first class prevented me from making a thirty-second stop for gas.
fast forward.
third quarter of the Organization Division 6 finals between the Ateneo Rifle Pistol Team "Tira2Bang2" and the AComm Sophomores. Tira2Bang2 is down by ten [yes, we ended up losing terribly]. some guy from the other team pulls up for a jumper. missed it. Tira2Bang teammates JV [forgot his last name] and Nino Santa Maria scramble for the loose rock. in an act of pure intensity and desire to win, JV accidentally elbows Nino hard in the face as he grabs the rebound. the possession goes on as the eyes of the crowd slowly shift to the other side. then, we notice something, "o, ba't parang kulang tayo sa offense?" i look back on the defensive end and see blood on the court. Nino's cheek had burst open. "o, putang ina, nagdudugo si Nino!!" was the first thing out of my mouth. blood gushing out like there was no tomorrow. spectators and even bench players from the other games begin staring. the game stops and we rush to his aid. his hand was all red and drippy as he put pressure on the wound. then it dawned to me, i had two towels! [cue "tenen!" music] i rushed to my bag and got the second towel out and ran back to give it to Nino whose face made him look like the inside-out boy. hmmmmm.
fast forward.
on my home, i finally fought off my laziness and stopped for gas. as i pulled over beside the gas machine thing, i reached for my quaint-little-bag [as mon so lovingly calls it. it's a term for the little bag you carry around when you've got another big bag. it's a container for all your essentials] and lo-and-behold, it was not in the car. "o, putang ina, nawawala bag ko!!" was the first thing out of my mouth. with the gas attendant knocking at my window saying, "good evening po! welcome to shell!", i "too-fast-too-furioused" back to Ateneo to find my quaint-little-bag [which contained my wallet, license, cellphone, and most importantly, a tuna sandwich]. luckily, it was still right where i left it on the courts. it took me an hour to get home and if i had realized the bag was gone by that time, it'd have been impossible to come back for it. hmmmmm.
maybe it's all just a big "co-accidence." i guess it's up to the beholder. to have faith in fate? with the way things are in my life, there's really no reason to be intense and to try and make things happen too much. just gotta ease in, and let the universe unfold as it should. hehehehe.
[P.S. bois, this is all just an excuse for the dread of May 31, 2007. mwehehehehehe.]
the adventure ended at 7:14 PM
