Tall Storyteller

April 12, 2007

Manong, wag!

 

Brain dead at about 9.30 last night, I heard a short scream from a girl sitting behind me on a bus. A tallish man in a blue shirt and a cap bolted down the bus as it came to a sudden stop. I looked around in confusion and found the other passengers doing the same, trying to figure out what happened within the five seconds at the start of the scream to the blur of a body jumping off in a rush. 

 

A busybody asked the girl—what happened? Cellphone stolen. What model? 6600. Good thing he didn't have a weapon with him. "I have a cut," she says.

 

That line, no one seemed to hear. The busybody (a guy) sitting in front of me was regaling the other passengers about how the same thing happened last week, and how he wanted to tell people to keep their phones in their pockets because he knew it would happen, he was, and he would've grabbed the isnatser if there were more men in the vehicle (there was three, includng him). He asked me if I was also using my cellphone that time and I just gave him a tight smile, no. See, I was too tired to.

 

He went on. It was pretty annoying, and half of his story may simply be a lie. It was annoying but quite comforting. I know it was just a cellphone and it was just a cut, but I suddenly felt very mortal. And alone. The wind was blowing on my face and the night was a little humid so during the bus ride, i took my jacket off. Five minutes after the five-second incident, I surreptitiously wore it again and held on to the  irritating voice of the busybody-tall storyteller.


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Previous Comments

at least you guys were not harmed except for the cut sa isang passenger. and thenkfully, it didn’t happen to you

Posted by tin-tin at April 12, 2007, 12:31 pm

thankfully. i was never so grateful in my entire life.

Posted by lizette at April 12, 2007, 12:33 pm

brain dead at 9:30 PM, you’re quite alive po..he he..fortunately hindi ikaw si Storm baka kumidlat at may tinamaan..

Cheers!!

Posted by dave at April 12, 2007, 1:01 pm

It is always hard to be reminded of one’s mortality. Especially when you are having it so good in your life. I guess, it’s just God’s way of reminding all of us that one day our time here will come to an end and to make each day of our existence count.

Posted by Virus at April 12, 2007, 1:29 pm

dave: fortunately. word for the day yays!

virus: my man, i do not have a god—but i get your point. peace!

Posted by lizette at April 12, 2007, 1:51 pm

I lost my phone and felt the same. That was four months ago. That was a 6233 even. And I wasn’t even using it.

And I also felt as if I could get knifed for innocently waiting. What else could go wrong?

Posted by Niko at April 12, 2007, 2:08 pm

well a lot. everything goes wrong when you think about it. so moral lesson: dont think about it.

Posted by lizette at April 12, 2007, 2:17 pm

I love how you blog. The tone is like a novel. Unique as far as the blogs I read. AND, green is my fave color (trite reason, i know)

I am linking you up.

P.s. People whould know better about using cellphones in PUVs.

Posted by a at April 13, 2007, 3:13 am

i wish more people would beat the hell out of these street criminals…

Posted by cyberpunk at April 13, 2007, 4:00 am

hey a! thanks. like your blog too. you’re linked, voila! me too love green, it calms down my turbulent mind.

cyberpunk: me too. justice must be swift, if not just. but that’s not justice at all..er, right? but that’s what justice is today. or so i believe. *brain tied up in knots*

Posted by lizette at April 13, 2007, 11:23 am

People should know better than to use their cellphones in jeepneys, busses or fx. Then again they might be expecting a very important message or call. I wish street criminals would be caught and be punished. But that’s wishful thinking. If that’s the case then I hope they die.

Posted by twistedkai at April 14, 2007, 8:15 pm

we all die, eventually. :) which sucks.

Posted by lizette at April 16, 2007, 9:08 am