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Monday, November 19, 2007

Armed

I boarded a bus at Robinson's Galleria. It was a Saturday, and I running out of money faster than you can say "peso." I sat down on an empty seat halfway to the end of the air-conditioned bus and I sighed heavily. The money I was expecting didn't come and all I wanted to do is sleep.

I was stirred a few minutes later and I felt the bus going towards the halt. The window to my right sported the view of the Star Mall. Shaw, I thought to myself. The bus doors opened and several people boarded the bus. And then, almost like a vision, I saw him.

He was 5'11, short messed-up hair, moreno and as hot as the burning sun outside. He was all dressed-up in a blue shirt that displayed the work of an unknown graphic designer and stone-washed jeans, perfectly showcasing the well defined legs underneath.

And after that vision of hotness that might have burned my eyes a little bit, I again fell back to sleep.

The bus stopped again. I turned to the large glass window on my right and saw the industrial design of the old car-park near the Ayala Station. Makati, I said silently in my brain. Still a few minutes before I hit home. I decided to snooze some more. But before I did, I turned to my left, which was now occupied by an unknown person.

There he was, to my surprise, seated right next to me. Amazement suddenly knocked me off my sleepy state, and I could now clearly see how hot this guy was. For a moment I wanted to borrow the sunglasses dangling from his shirt—the sight was just too much to behold. I'm was afraid that I may permanently be blinded. But I endured the sight of this almost surreal being of the heavens.

And after a few minutes of ogling, I again regained the ability to close my eyes. I slept once more.

But my dreams of buying the latest book on programming the universal serial bus was cut short. My mind suddenly became half awake, with my eyes still shut.

I felt something in my lower back, down the hip area—a firm yet gentle touch with a slight tingle of heat. In a split second, my mind processed the whole moment and I suddenly came to the conclusion that this hotness who sat beside me has just place his hand on my hips.

Oh fucking heavens! What in the world is happening? Is this guy trying to rob me? Hmm, it could be.. But then again, I'm dead broke, and his hands are too far away from that thin piece of leather that once upon a time held my cash. Maybe he's trying to mess with me. But why? My mind had numerous questions.

But in that fleeting moment, I felt as though someone cared for me. Someone liked me. Someone wanted me so badly that he'll risk being mistaken for a pick-pocket just so he could lay his warm, muscular arm around my waist. Honestly, I was in heaven.. for about 30 seconds.

He suddenly stirred, and I stirred too. He woke up, and I woke up. He realized where his hand was lying and quickly pulled it. I could swear I heard the angels suddenly gasp and cry. He looked at me with a gaze of shock, and I now realized that we were both fully awake.

"Oh my god!" he said, in a voice that reverberated through the whole bus. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"Uhm," I responded, not knowing what to say. "It's okay?.."

"I'm so sorry! I was dreaming!" he explained, his face now flushed red and reconfigured into a look of apology. "I really don't mean it! I really didn't know!"

"It's okay," I said, repeating myself like I always do--but with a tender tone and a seducing smile.

"I was dreaming that I was still at home. Akala ko you were my girlfriend."

There it was, the answer that I was searching for a minute back. It hit me on the face like a triple-coated, industrial-grade, teflon pan. I was dumbfounded, flabbergasted, and that other weirdly spelled adjective that could mean "shocked, confused, weirded-out and disappointed" at the same time.

He stood up, still apologizing and looked for a seat in the front of the bus. I sat there, still trying to figure out what just happened. From afar I can hear his voice, now directed to his girlfriend who was on the other side of his cellular phone. He was relating what happened.

I just sat there silently. I had no one to call, no one to text. I couldn't share the moment, the shock, the confusion and the all-too-sudden depression I felt.. and I found it impossible to just close my eyes.

Within a minute, I found myself standing up, walking towards the exit of the bus. He rushed off before me, trying not to bump into me again, and could no longer find him among the multitude of people outside the bus.

I smiled. I could only imagine what could have happened if I was right: if he was really trying to touch me, if he really wanted me. But alas. I left the bus, alone once again, with no one to touch my back.

And as I walked home, I remembered that depressing fact that I still didn't have any money in my pocket.

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17 Comments:

At 3:22 PM , Blogger Abad said...

nicely written. Akala ko hoholdapin ka.

 
At 3:40 PM , Blogger LAWSTUDE said...

Thank you for visiting my blog. It is always nice to see new readers/visitors in my blog. Take care always and it is ok to dream, for sometime, in the future, the demarkation line between dreams and reality will narrow. Have a nice day.

 
At 5:22 PM , Blogger MANDAYA MOORE: Ang bayot sa bukid said...

may etits ang girlfriend nya?

 
At 6:57 PM , Blogger kalansaycollector said...

ouch.

at least hinawakan ka. hihi

 
At 12:39 PM , Blogger the nomad said...

from the title, i also thought you were mugged.

don't worry. someone will come into your life and hold you and actually mean it, and not apologize with some lazy stupid excuse.

smile ka na. =)

 
At 12:59 PM , Blogger Electric Itlog said...

@Abad: Hahaha.. I thought so too.. ^_^

@Lawstude: Welcome, thank you and have a nice day too.. :D

@Mandaya: Oooh! I'm so blessed to have Mandaya Moore-Orlis visit my blog!.. Uhm, hindi ako sure kung meron.. Pero I'm sure na sya meron.. Ahihihi.. ^_^

@Kalansay: Hahaha.. Yeah, at least..

@nomad: awwhhh.. Thanks.. Yeah, I'm smiling na.. ^_^

 
At 11:51 AM , Blogger dean said...

chansa na sana... well, at least may moment kayo!

 
At 1:13 PM , Blogger kalansaycollector said...

read my blog about twelve months, i tagged you! hehe

 
At 3:00 PM , Blogger Zang said...

it's hard to believe ur blog is hosted by blogspot. it looks more of wordpress. how did you do it? i seldom find a template as good as this on the net (for blogger users). would you care for an ex-link?

http://myconsolingasylum.blogspot.com

 
At 10:46 PM , Anonymous Reyville of Simply Manila said...

I was wrong. So wrong.

 
At 10:57 PM , Blogger Electric Itlog said...

@dean: hahaha.. His loss, not mine.. ^_^

@kalansay: yeah, okay.. thanks for the tag..

@Zang: Thanks.. I designed this template myself. I guess you wouldn't find anything like it because the good designers have their own hosting, and most of them prefer third party blog engines.. Sure, I'll link you up.. ^_^

@Reyville: Wrong with what?.. (*.*)?

 
At 6:25 AM , Blogger Bryan Anthony the First said...

1. love the template...
2. loving the posts
3. wala ka pics nung boy??

:-)

woof!

 
At 9:22 PM , Blogger Blank Mind of Treizie said...

Oh my god.

I like that story.. he he he.

By the way, i love your blog.
Care to link with me also? And can i ask you to make a unique template for me also? The one that will not fit all the widgets and buttons i have right now so that nothing will be erased.

Post a comment on my blog about this or email me in the e-add you will find in my header. :)
Mwah!

http://blog.treiziethoughts.ws

 
At 9:38 PM , Blogger Electric Itlog said...

@Bryan: Thanks for the love.. Wala eh.. I didn't care to take a snapshot back then.. ^_^

@Treizie: Thanks for the comment.. Unfortunately, I really don't make blogger templates. I'm a freelance designer by profession and I'm pretty swamped with client work to do anybody else a favor.. ^_^

 
At 3:06 AM , Blogger Marcos Broc Valls said...

Hi Electric Itlog! Thanks for your suggestions in the blog of Mexicano Malo. He's my husband and he asked me to write some of his blog in tagalog (Btw, Pinay din ako kaso nakalimutan ko na yung ibang malalalim na salita sa tagalog, nagkahalo-halo na kasi language ko!)Cheers!

 
At 8:14 PM , Blogger mrs.j said...

ngayon ko lang nabasa!!! winner k dyan! love it! hahahaha..
alam m dapat u grab na d opprtnty!

 
At 8:34 PM , Anonymous Reyville of Simply Manila said...

I thought u got laid at the end of the day. That's why I was so wrong. LOL.

 

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