RUMBLINGS IN DOWNTOWN MORATO

Something happened here yesterday; here in downtown Morato where people don't know their names but know each and every body language of everyone even the usual taong grasa. Last night was the chance to really gather and talk to nameless faces because of one single event that greatly involves me.

I don't know why but i guess people really do tick off when they rest their salvation to alcohol. It is just zapped straight from a soap opera only more gritty. And i could not just handle things like these type of scandals. It really rocked my boat just to imagine all the damage caused and might have caused by someone ticking off his problems and just letting it all hang loose for everyone to see and be frightened.

I am talking about a fine Sunday afternoon preparing to go for a swim and talking  make-up while transforming my dear friend Chawdi into a queen for his Dreamgirls production number in his office when HE suddenly decided to let loose his tornilyo sa utak and just rammed his car  backwards in drag racing mode into a glass door. He could have rammed a person behind and killed somebody with no afterthought. 

All this because of an unofficial drinking session with my 'sekyu' neighbors who took a chance at his amiable face to invite him for some Sunday alcohol merrymaking.All this because of the so called grip of his parents that prevents him from living his own fucking life. And all this hulabaloo because HE felt neglected by me. I turn to face a blank spot (a sementadong wall) to erase myself of this hurled at negative energy and to spare him another stupid conjecture.  The upper floor was in a war zone. It was the first time i felt so thirsty from being afraid. HE himself added salt to everything.

He added salt and calamansi so asim that he did things to me which gave me a preview of what its like to be in my own version of Magpakailanman and Ipaglaban Mo.

And to make things sour again, the whole clan came to rescue their beloved child from me. From the cousins, to the cousins' girlfriend, to the Tito in Laguna and Fairview all in four vehicles. They came in an overly late and DSWD rescue-a-child fashion as if i wreaked havoc in the life of their kin who happened to be my boyfriend. And me? Who was with me? 2 homosexuals and one babaeng bakla who cried with me when she saw what HE did. I guess those are my family at that moment.

What ticked me off too was the usual attitudinal bitchiness of his 18 year old sister who showed no hint of apology or even a semblance of it. She rummaged my war zoned room and just spilled out casually as if money froths in her mouth that they will pay for everything in full Assumptionista accent. Thanks but no thanks dear. You can never pay the negativity forming a halo in my room and the moms and kids disturbed off their family day today.

They don't like me now more than ever. I am like a cursed lightning in their solar system of a family because i can make decisions on my fucking life. Because my Moodrahbel and Poodrahbel has always believed in me and my capacity to live in a real world. Because my family just lets me be--- fucked up or not.

But on a lighter note, it is indeed a Sunday. A family day of sorts. And i guess i have seen newer shades of what its like to be a family. And i have found a fresh angle in loving Ellen and Dong de los Reyes.