Weary and fretful of the midday's sun, I straight-away waved my hand to the upcoming jeep (24-COnsolacion) on my way to school. I'm not in a plausible disposition and my mind in a nefarious condition. I stepped up in the jeepney recklessly and I'm aware that i look like a bunko-steere ready to batter down anyone who blocked my way. I sat down, trying to compose myself and brood over to the things I want to do when I reach school, I hurled my back in the seat between a bonny CDU Nursing student and a mushy office girl. Minutes later, as we speed up away from the busy Mandaue highway, I was agitated with the lament of the jeep’s speaker.
“Pastilan, dia na sad! Cge patukar anang samok ug langas nga sonata! Kapoi baya, samot lang na sa labad ning akong ulo!” a passenger in a loud voice.
I glanced at the konduktor and paid him a smirk and a repellent look. As the sound echoed all throughout the jeepney, a familiar tune enliven my dampened spirit.
“Oist, Senior Citizen man lagi ron!”
A once flustered face was now changed into a buoyant visage.
“La la la la Lo la la la ……”
A once distempered sentiment altered into a serene temperament.
“Ang akong lolo magsige lang paGwapo bisan bisan wala na siya’y buhok sa iyang ulo…”
A once frenzied mode pivoted 360º and my sporadic mental image that was colored gray was now flickering gold. The tune compounds my entire being as I babbled some of the line.
“Ang tigulang bisag bako. Maningkamot mubarog, motindog aron mulabyog..”
Aggressive Audio indeed formulated a rhythm that made my fellow passengers warbled with all their hearts content as we sank in our chest exhausted by the traffic jam along Tipolo, Mandaue. The next song was introduced with a tame rhythm. Whew!
“Gigutom si dodong John-john, angita og kan-anan
aron mahuwasan ang nag-hilab niyang tiyan.
I closed my eyes for awhile and intensely harboring the song.
“Bakakon ka! Liar, Evil ka!
The beat seemed like a lullaby to my ear that I immediately put myself in deep slumber.
“Unya mihabol ang kangitngit nga giduyugan sa ulan. Ug sa kalit lang nahanwa ang bidlisiw sa adlaw.”
I felt my body was swinging back and forth but … Pastilan! Unsaon!! Niliko na nag jeep padulong sa SM! Nalapas ko!
Para ‘Nong! Para!
The End.
“Pastilan, dia na sad! Cge patukar anang samok ug langas nga sonata! Kapoi baya, samot lang na sa labad ning akong ulo!” a passenger in a loud voice.
I glanced at the konduktor and paid him a smirk and a repellent look. As the sound echoed all throughout the jeepney, a familiar tune enliven my dampened spirit.
“Oist, Senior Citizen man lagi ron!”
A once flustered face was now changed into a buoyant visage.
“La la la la Lo la la la ……”
A once distempered sentiment altered into a serene temperament.
“Ang akong lolo magsige lang paGwapo bisan bisan wala na siya’y buhok sa iyang ulo…”
A once frenzied mode pivoted 360º and my sporadic mental image that was colored gray was now flickering gold. The tune compounds my entire being as I babbled some of the line.
“Ang tigulang bisag bako. Maningkamot mubarog, motindog aron mulabyog..”
Aggressive Audio indeed formulated a rhythm that made my fellow passengers warbled with all their hearts content as we sank in our chest exhausted by the traffic jam along Tipolo, Mandaue. The next song was introduced with a tame rhythm. Whew!
“Gigutom si dodong John-john, angita og kan-anan
aron mahuwasan ang nag-hilab niyang tiyan.
I closed my eyes for awhile and intensely harboring the song.
“Bakakon ka! Liar, Evil ka!
The beat seemed like a lullaby to my ear that I immediately put myself in deep slumber.
“Unya mihabol ang kangitngit nga giduyugan sa ulan. Ug sa kalit lang nahanwa ang bidlisiw sa adlaw.”
I felt my body was swinging back and forth but … Pastilan! Unsaon!! Niliko na nag jeep padulong sa SM! Nalapas ko!
Para ‘Nong! Para!
The End.
(NOTE: My sister is really going crazy over BISROCK)
1 comment:
i met them. aggresive audio, at the kapamilya fiesta.
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