it is nice to wallow in self pity sumtyms and the most wonderful venue for it is in a concert filled with teenagers and yuppies alike. i went to a concert sponsored by my schoolmates from UP the concert titled ‘unzipped’ sported some cool bands but not very cool crowds. (tnx a bunch mark)
with me were my three college buddies mark ‘old-chicken-i-dont-want-to-have-the-same-abs-as-jan’, bodie ‘the-non-pork-eating-destroyer’, and gnis ‘the-gnis-gnis-gnis-(stop)’.
well the place was in mango square a place i began to love ever since the day i had my bike ‘kidlat tahimik’ (and i have a good reason why shes named like that shes fast like lightning and you should never open ur mouth lest u swallow a fly or two.)
the opening band was an RnB rip-off that doesnt know how to play RnB that an african-american grabbed a mic and rapped his lungs out in the tune of that indian sumthin in the commercial of ginebra san miguel after which he walked as if he had herpes and congratulate the band…(were living in a mad world believe me…)
what happened next was a convolution of mixed genre comparable to a runaway halo-halo waiting to be devoured by a hapless asong-kalye.
who ever said you would enjoy in your winamp a list of songs ranging from pop,reggae,rock,(pilit) na RnB and ethnic? its either u drank too much in order to enjoy it or ur just plain stupid to just enjoy it either way i really dont get it hell noh would it even apply as a playlist while having sex, the next thing you know ull be having a flacid junior and your partner is ranting her lungs out askin u if u have another girl! (surgeons warning: if you play a mixed up rhythm or any song with never the same genre youll always be flaccid so it is important to always set up the mood ex: never play metallica and barry manilow side by side, unless u havent seen a qoman for at least 3 years ur never sure to be flaccid believe me!)
nuff said about this poetic hullabaloo lets just dwell on the title as i placed it, so where does the running baliw come in?
well our gud friend gnis was walkin outside of the concert venue in front of oneplace along mango ave. or so i remember, she met her cousin at the place. after they bade goodbye a taong grasa approached her as if at that moment he became sane and maybe he realized he found his soulmate in gnis (or so me and my gud friend mark theorizes). but alas gnis was terrified she never realized how painful it is to be a taong grasa walking all day long naked and greasy all over looking for his true love! (hikbi)
gnis ran and ran and shouted “HELP! HELP! HELP ME! (note: the place was cebu and people speak bisaya but what really made me and mark wonder was why would anyone ask for help in english? which made us more assured that they were indeed lovers in their past lives. furthermore the place was deserted that time concretizing fates substance and hand on the situation dont you think?)
the taong grasa said “AYAW’G DAGAN” (don’t run) he ran after gnis while gnis in her classic english accent was shouting for help found a taxi and went inside shouting at the driver “DAGAN NONG” the driver perplexed just stared at her but with a hungry stomach and God-knows how many children borne out of unprotected sex he had produced (or maybe worse) revved up his car and drove his ass out. the last scene was a classic the taong grasa looking far away as he sees his loved one being driven away… (im crying na)
gnis came back to the concert swaety and white (as she always was) and told us the whole story. Bodie the destroyer cracked indefinitely while mark with a sweet sounding smirk threw his mohawk in the air and wondered why God was never kind to crazy people or maybe to fate.
while me? i laughed my ass out and i swore id write about it hee hee
fate-faet—->almost the same ryt?
(coming up: a series of a call center agents events “DAX-scapades and the magic choke hold”)
