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In times of trouble, who do you call?

Cruisin’ towards EDSA when I felt the machine made its final sigh. The engine was then silent as I stop on the traffic light of Buendia Ave cor. Paseo de Roxas.

This is the first time Pilot, our family car, turned off its engines on me.

After turning off all lights, I tried to turn on the ignition.

A few purrs went out but to no avail.

After my own deep breath, I turned the key again.

The purrs were lighter and the engine still would not start.

I was hoping of a roar, but I can only hear laughter of people in a bar on the side street. Still I tried to turn on the machine. With a little hope and prayer I tried.

I got nothing but laughter from the gods of Olympus themselves.

And so it’s time for me to ask for help. There is none that I can think of but only one. Sure enough he is the only one capable and willing to be of help.

I grabbed my phone from the chest pocket of my MERGER jacket, I gave it a small slide to unlock the keypad. This small device would be a lot of help since the bigger machine failed me in the middle of the night.

Letter D. His name is saved in my phone with the letter D.

A few rings and no one answered. I was trying to be brave. Panicking would just worsen the situation. I played a song in my mind to ease my tension.

His phone is still ringing, and I know he will pick up the phone. I know he will.

“Hello?” goes the sound of his voice.

“Dadi, namatayan ako sa gitna ng Buendia.” was the first thing I said.

Solo Run BGC and Back

Tinatamad na ako pag wala akong kasama tumakbo. Oo nga, solo mo ang kalsada at sarili mong pace lang ang iintindihin mo, pero boring daw yun tatakbo ka mag-isa.

Hindi naman pala.

Sa oras na alas sais ng gabi, oras ng pag-uwi ng mga tao from Makati, marami kang makikita. Pag magaling kang mag-eavesdrop kagaya ko, maririnig mo na pagkain ang pinaguusapan nila. Nagdidiskusyon sila kung saan kakain.

Bukod sa pag-eavesdrop, pantanggal bore din ang pagtawid sa kalsada at pakikipagpatintero sa mga sasakyan. Pipiliin mo ang babangga sayo. Make sure na BMW yun para may pambayad in case magalusan ang Golden Legs mo.

Makakakita ka rin ng mga taong nage-exercise din. Tumatakbo rin kagaya mo, pero sa ibang direksyon. Kakaway ka lang para Feeling Close.

Eto nga pala ang naging route ko.

Ayala > De La Rosa > Tawid ng EDSA > Mckinley Rd > BGC > Kalayaan > Estrella Bridge > Kalayaan Makati side > Makati Ave > Buendia > Ayala.

Kayo na lang mag imagine.

Sa susunod na solo run, try ko pumunta ng MOA naman.

Papasok sa Trabaho

Ngayong pang umaga na ang trabaho ko, hindi na advisable na sa EDSA pa ako dumaan papasok sa aming opisina. Hobby kasi ng mga bus driver na mag stop sa bawat kanto ng Ayala bago makarating sa Buendia kung saan nandun ang building namin.

Kaya nga gaya ng nakagawian. Kahit na mag apat na salin sa Jeep ako, sa Mandaluyon-Sta.Ana na ako dumadaan. Eto ang nagiging ruta ko: Continue reading

Morning Shift na naman

After about a year, balik umaga na naman ako. This time, 10am-7pm ang pasok ko sa Ayala cor Buendia. Magaan na oras, at magaan din na sweldo.

Mamimiss ko ang haggardness ng GY, ang dami ng tao (with positive correlation sa dami ng supcall), ang lalim ng gabi, at ang baliktad na mundo. Matapos ang aking 4 consecutive rest days, may panahon na naman ako para sa aking sarili. Continue reading