| Current mood: |  ditzy |
| Current music: | "joga" ~ bjork |
state of emergency
"all these accidents that ha-aappen
follow the dot.
coincidence makes se-eense
only with you-ooh
you don't have to speak
i feel
emotional landscapes
they puzzle me
then the riddle gets solved
and you push me up to this
state of emergency
how beautiful to be in a
state of emergency
it's where i want to be..."
when proclamation 1017 was declared i wasn't even out of my bed yet. people from the paralegal volunteers were sending me text messages to confirm if i would join the quick response team in case there would be illegal arrests and other violations. i was half-tempted to reply to my enigmatic gender head and say that i have earlier committed myself to shoe-shopping so i'm terribly sorry but my paralegal services cannot be availed of at the moment. but then he's also the ball date that wasn't, so i didn't feel like playing cute. i comfortably ignored the barrage of messages knowing fully well that my mother will not in a million years release me to EDSA and risk getting hosed down by the police. anyway, i closed my eyes and continued my sleep. then my phone beeped yet another beep.
"uy cha, wala pala kayong pasok tomorrow. gusto mo mag-rock climbing today? sunduin kita."
in the words of kris aquino, timeless icon of the kiki girls, "why not?"
so by the time tens of people were illegally arrested, i was 20-30 feet off the ground, held by a harness with hands secured by my lousy grip on a wall's crevices. my date, rescuer, and awesome belay-er was pretty good company. we got tired after four and a half walls and talked the ache out of our upper bodies. he told me he came from hours of tennis, i told him i came from hours of shopping. and then he went, "kain na tayo!"
it was so fresh, the feeling of not being forced to decide. we went and grabbed a bite at hotshots, conveniently washing away the memories of kamikaze burger for me.
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