Ala Eh!

Last year for around six months, I used to travel to work using my bicycle. Yes, it’s a short distance and if you want to calculate my speed, make my time arrival to office constant. It is fifteen minutes cycling if I leave home 8:45am, seven minutes if 8:53am, well beyond that forget the constant. After office, I always take the long way going home, not unless my wife SMS me in all CAPS (sample… "WE’R HNGRY EH, WER U?", yes no matter how long I wandered, it’s always "dinner together"). Some pros and cons indeed. On the c-side, close friends always complain that I’m stinking with sweat smell (yah they can get that close, hey wala akong putok ha!) especially when I’m late, it’s a sure waste of my expensive perfume, painful balls sometimes, rain suddenly pours when halfway to office, and my one or two breath-stopping miscalculations. On the positive side, I don’t want to say it’s a good exercise but at least I can eat my dinner in full to very full capacity without much added on my weight. When you get home sweating, panting, tired, thirsty and hungry, and a delightful dinner is just waiting for you, ai-yoh!, you can easily forget taking a rest and thinking about diet. But the best thing is I can save some money. Without my bicycle, if I can leave home early means I need to follow my wife to MRT station to carry her laptop which means longer way and higher bus fare and if I’m late I’ll take cab which is seven times more expensive. By the way if my wife let me snooze off a few more minutes means I’ll be late.

Okey enough, do you know what happened? Yes, I managed to save some money and able to buy two pairs of shoes. I just love these shoes and I promised to give my bike a break simply because I don’t want the pedal to scratch it. Then with my new shoes I tried walking from office to home and loved it because I can eat dinner even more ha ha. Bike rest extended, then we move house which is quite far from my office. Then barely a month passed by, they stole it, they stole my bike…. I feel sad about it, maybe it doesn’t shows but really am. Careless me.

The shoes, well, look under our bed, and don’t dare to step on it.

    BAGONG SAPATOS

    magaang ang lakad at napapasipol
    napapakayudkod parang asong ulol
    ang lumang sapatos kelan lang napulpol
    ‘tong bago’y may sintas na kay sarap ibuhol

    subok sa panahon ang luma’y ginamit
    maghapon man’g suot di nakakangawit
    bato’t alikabok di ka isasabit
    umula’t umaraw ay di nagagalit

    ngayon itong bago ay nais subukan
    ngunit ang hakbang ko ay laging marahan
    ingat na ingat pa’t ayaw marumihan
    konti man’g mabasa’y nais na punasan

    oo sapatos ko huwag kang atubili
    iingatan kita’t isusuot lagi
    kahit inutang ka’y aking pag-aari
    hindi kita iiwan h’wag ka lang ngingiwi

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