Jun 9, 2007

U-Turn

Worried that I might have blognesia, I was grateful that I have something to talk about today because last night I was with the girls as usual and as usual having our desserts, and coffee, and as usual was talking about men and babies and life and as usual I spearheaded the expected route which means circling the city and scouting for potential “koya!” before heading home when the battery indicator on the dashboard flashed like alarms sirens in front of me that I panicked and made Alvin get us at Shell Select. Louie started fine and he was still running yet I needed to hear Alvin’s “Lose contact with the battery lang..” before I was convinced nothing was wrong. The matirang matibay, Dianne and I, were taking Yen home when the all the lights in the dashboard flickered and suddenly everything went dark.Dianne and I panicked for two seconds. Louie was in a street inside the subdivision without lampposts. Yen was coming but I speed dialed everyone I know that might come help us. People were either sleeping or had some excuse to not come over. Where are your friends when you need them! And Hector, who was in Gitagum, said he’ll call my ex to come get me which made me say no, thanks anyway. One friend who was over friendly last weekend was more than eager to help us out but he might expect sex after so scratch him, too.

Yelena came to get us in her pickup and got us a security guard to help with the pushing. Oh my God, poor Dianne! We were laughing so hard so forgot to take pictures sayang. I have to leave the car there so I could get it later in the morning.

I came home exhausted at 5am and took a nap for two hours. If my dad has not been calling nonstop on my phone I wouldn’t have woken up and realized it was already 7am! My parents were out of town and I bit my cheek as I told them that I came home at 12am. After that call I madly dashed to my dad’s office in my mom’s car to look for his driver slash mechanic. Braless. But I had a jacket on. Haha.The car was there where I left it hours ago. Manong Tony, all 51 years old and 4 feet and 11 inches of him, opened both hoods, took out batteries and in no time had the car’s engine whirring. He then warned me to make certain the engine doesn’t shut down since it won’t start again.  We convoyed all the way to their office when I noticed Tony slowing down near GSIS building in Carmen and pulled over. I got out of the car and ran to him.

Are you okay, Nong?”
“Stupid fan belt. But it’s okay. See you at the office.”  And he left.

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