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Spit Hole...

Monday, October 17, 2005

6:54:00 PM



Sunog

Dax



The clock striked 6:00am. Against all my emotions and body rhythm, I woke up lazily to cook. Walking half-eyed opened, I almost stepped on my nephews who were sleeping flat in the sala. I could have just bought cooked almusal in a nearby store but i was reminded that last night, john dale requested hotdogs for breakfast. My thoughts should be awaken now so i reached for the kettle to boil water for my coffee and frying pan to start frying. I was not finished yet peeling the plastic covering of the hotdogs when a flame appeared at the backside of the stove. My voice can be as loud as thunder when i am pissed off with john dale but that moment, i felt i swallowed my tounge. i cannot scream but i was murmuring "sunog".

i was opted to run to the room where my kumags are peacefully sleeping, oblivious to the tragedy nobody has ever prepared to happen. but on a second thought, i told myself that i didn't have to panic. that i could save lives not of that my children only but also my nephews and sis in law buried in their deep sleep.

and i switched off the stove as well as the swith of the lpg. the flame was still there but since i was already confident that the harm has been prevented, i screamed at the top of my lungs. just to release the tension i think. but still nobody woke up.

"hay... malilitson tong mga taong to kung natuloy ang sunog ," i said to myself.

then niño came in. he went to his mommy to look for the uniform john dale took off yday.

and praised me.

thank god nakapag-isip pa ko.

so i went to buy cooked spaghetti for jd while niño was fixing the stove. when he was done, he told me to continue cooking the hotdogs.

NO WAY.


Anonymous Anonymous @10/17/05, 8:33 PM said...

ei Che, siguro bigla kang nagising sa pagkakaantok mo no? hehehe. buti na lang, walang nangyaring di ok.

sana microwave mo na lang. hehehe. makuryente nga lang.

Ingat ha!

 
Anonymous Anonymous @10/17/05, 9:08 PM said...

oo nga che. thank God. ingat next time ok? Ü

 

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