As I'm writing this, I'm pretty much wondering why in the world my mother bought me this spanking new compass that has this radius adjustment situated below the holder. I remember asking her to buy me a cheapass rotring compass earlier this afternoon because being a genuine idiot that I truly am, I accidentally chopped off the sharpened lead last week during graphics class. I knew about it only last Friday, while re-doing the truncated cone plate. With my amateur lead-replacing skills, I wasn't able to fix it. God, I even managed to break the remaining leads.
So yeah, while reviewing partial derivatives for our calculus quiz tomorrow, I fell asleep (having slept at already 5am this morning because of my ever unrelenting manic depression and paranoia). Then I had the weirdest dream ever.
In the dream, I was watching porn with my family. Like, what the fucking fuck, right? Oh for crying out loud, I am not in my right state to elucidate all of that.
You know sometimes, it's a good thing to get disturbed by that irritating sound your phone makes when it vibrates against a table. And for that, I just have to thank Chino for calling up. You have no idea how much that call saved my, um, innocence (if I still have one, that is). Anyways, being the good friend that I am, I tried my very best to answer his questions while defying this strong gravity on my bed. The cushions were practically dragging me back to sleep, for Christ's sake.
I heard my mom's voice boom outside the walls of my room. I hurriedly went out to retrieve my new compass from her because I need to re-do another plate.
Warning: Crappy translations.
Mom: Ang mahal pala nitong compass na rot ring. (This rot tring compass is expensive.)
Me: Ang basa po dyan, rotring. Bilisan mo yung basa, ma. At alam ko 200 lang yan ah. 180 nga lang dun sa may Edsa Central yan eh. (It's read as rotring. Read it quickly. ma. And as far as I know, it costs 200 bucks. It even costs 180 at Edsa Central.)
Mom: Ano?? E etong pinakamahal pala yung binigay nung babae saken eh! 650 pesos! Sa Ever Ortigas ko pa to binili, dahil halos lahat ng national dito sa atin eh wala na nyan. Pamasko mo na yan. (What?? The lady gave me the most expensive after all! 650 pesos! I bought this at Ever Ortigas, because almost all the branches of National Bookstore in our area is out of that compass. That's your Christmas gift.)
Me: WHAT THE...?
I can't believe my mom just bought me this high-end compass right before the last meeting of our graphics class. What the fuck will I do with this after this term? Well, yeah, this would be really useful next term, provided that I fail my graphics class this term, which is something I don't want to do because I don't wanna spend another three months tugging that big graphing kit around Manila.
I think I'll just lease my graphing kit to people who'll be taking up GRAPONE next term. Like, 2000 a term or something. Hey, that compass costs a damn lot.
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Speaking of that graphing kit, I was on a jeepney ride last week with that big shit (let's all thank Chino again for agreeing to keep my drawing tube for a week). My mom, as always, was asleep when I was trying to call her phone. We agreed the week before that she will fetch me during Tuesdays only once my FILDLAR classes start dissolving and shit. And being the lethargic mom that she is, she forgot that she has a daughter who thought that she'll be fetched by her mother.
I dropped off the Shaw Boulevard station as always, and went out of Edsa Central. After trying to call my mom five times, I gave up and decided to swallow my pride as I walked my way to the jeepney terminal. God, I can't believe how I managed to squeeze myself, my bag, and my graphing kit inside the jeepney. But yeah, it's all good.
As the jeepney waited for the green signal, this kid suddenly crept inside and stood in the middle, with his grip on the railings. He placed small envelopes on the knees of the passengers and mumbled something about his five siblings and having nothing to eat for the night. I looked around and much to my surprise, nobody was listening. It's as if he was this ghost that nobody can't see, except for me. Kinda like Jeniffer Love Hewitt on Ghost Whisperer, minus the sexy body and sexy voice.
I was the only one looking at him, and I was wondering why the fuck he won't give me a small envelope because I wanted to give him fifty pesos, the only change that I have in my wallet. As he looked around, he avoided my eyes and grabbed the small envelopes he placed before. He quickly went out, afterwards. And again, nobody even moved an inch.
Weird. Just weird.
On my way to the tricycle terminal, I was pondering on what I just saw in the jeepney. I don't know. Maybe people had already been desensitized by the bitterness of the truth that lies in the society today; people are impoverished, and they are worsening their state by atrocious acts we are all aware of. I mean, maybe I was the only one thinking that maybe, just maybe, those kids are really in dire need of something to eat for the night.
He was asking for help in a peaceful way.
And I could've helped him, had I been just really eloquent.
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