My Fragmented Roadtrip

By Chigo

Recently, I went for a roadtrip from quezon city to angeles citypampanga. i brought my discman, cellphone, and my fragmented album.While at the bus at around 3:45pm bound to north express way, Iplaced, carefully, my fragmented cd in the discman and played it on.Started from the "india- esque" introduction of Layag, the view fromoutside the heat-stricken weather was eventually connected with thetune swayed in my ears. As if my eyes was electrifying some sort ofimaginary movements from the sound and simultaneously with theweather, envorinment, moments and the flow of the ride.Then here comes Track 2-Maybe. The bus swiftly gunned its speed flatof 90 kph and I feel it was going up. My eyes are locked on aseemingly endless flowing line of electrical wires. Black wiresuntangled and smoothly currents while the stead-fast "Maybe"collaborates intensely. As if I was chased by the wires.While the bus speeds slowly, the road went to slippery wet. It startedto rain. Again, followed by the lazy sound of "Lazy Daisy", the raindrops with coordination. From slow and crisp line of rain showers tothick and thundering drops as if we went on for a car wash. It wasrain heavier than I expected. We were at the boundery of Bocaue exit.The dim and dark moments of heavy pouring rain suddenly went from greyto off-white then ends to a sunshine-y day. We had just passed by thedark clouds above. Quite a long dark clouds possessing such rain.While enjoying to watch the remains of the rain in the window, washedaway by the speeding bus and the sunlight, the "chinese" preamble of"We give in sometimes" created a safe state of balance in my veins andcaught myself in "relax mode".Everytime Armi Millare do that key of D preface of "Oo", my musclesare geared up for another jazzy funk strokes. Nevertheless, Icontained myself and contented with the tappings of my hands from mylaps and short head bangs while the music was on. And of course, whatwas the use of my feet if I can't move it for the contagious beat of"Oo". I enjoyed the small minutes of instrumentals (Fragmented & Brokenglasses & screaming turtles. It can simply says "o pahinga na muna.""...the enemies of juuuuune..." Still in relaxed-mode, this track 7slows the flow of blood more. I glanced the setting sun on my farleft. But unfortunately, those people who seated on the left sidepulled down their curtains. It seems people are so unpleasantlyincontentented with the sun's raidiance these days. I couldn't blamethem. Two months of summer sun was indeed a very ghastly experience tothem. I caught a passanger exclaimed "Ibaba mo nga yan, ang init init e."Now came Sleeptalk. While listening, there was a word that caught upmy full attention. INFIDELITY. The word just got passed my memorycells that as if it was a key. It opened up a recent conversationbetween a very friend of mine who was in need of my counsel. A marriedman with one kid. Infidelity was a clear picture while listening tohis explainations. Infidelities... Infidelities... It distracts me. AmI also bound to have such infidelities when I get married? Pag agos. I can never forget this song. It was a respite song for meand my thesis1 a few months ago. On with the road, I'm thirty minutes away from my planned destinationplace. still the sun is thick. I can notice the windshields were driedfrom the fight against the thick rain earlier. Blended by theslick-stylish-funk-hypnotic sound of malikmata. I was definitely drawnby the mood. I momentarily thought about "someone". Someone from mypast and present. Then I closed my eyes.As soon as the prelude of"TheWorldIsOurPlaygroundAndWeWillAlwaysBeHome" came off the surface ofmy mind, slowly... slowly... I opened my eyes. I was thinking of myown playground on my early years. Make that six year old. As the songprogresses, I remembered someone again. She was onced my sunshine andmy occassional rain. The Bus came in a halt. I went forward to werethe entrance and exit of the bus were always located and I descendedbehind the bus door. Where do I go from here? keep playing... keep playing...I continued to walk from a very hot ray of sunlight. It was as if thesun was mad at me. It stinged my skin deeply. Well I did not care.After all, Hiwaga was on...Huwag limutin ang nakaraan.

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