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*loading* blackholes
Last night, I don't know whether to be afraid or simply be calm during the bombing that happened in Makati.
I was there with few of my friends. We were supposed to meet in Glorietta 4 for a Valentine's dinner and coffee afterwards.
While waiting for several of my friends to arrive, three of us who arrived first suddenly heard a loud "boom!" around 7:45PM. Glorietta rattled. We stopped talking and asked each other, "What was that?"
We went to look out by the window and saw nothing at first. We return to our seats and took it as "nothing." Then people started to look out the window again after a few minutes. Probably to be sure that everything is alright. Being the curious trio that we were, we looked out as well.
What we saw was either frightening or alarming or scary. People were running away from Ayala Station and SM. Smoke was coming out behind SM. There were shouting and sirens could be heard not very far away.
We were alarmed and had no choice but to get out of Glorietta 4 as well. I called up my friends who were still on their way and told them that we have to change our venue. Somewhere in Glorietta or Ayala Station has been bombed.
I was calm while talking. As if that was a normal thing. An everyday normal thing. Deep inside though I was shaking. Bad thoughts occured in my mind. I keep on questioning a lot of "what ifs?"
We went away as far as possible from Glorietta 4 and finally arrived at Greenbelt 1. We met our friends there. Everything was so peaceful and normal down at Greenbelt where no one could have possibly heard the bombing and seen the people running away.
What a very unique way of greeting and celebrating Valentine's day. 1 bus got bombed. 2 other buses were involved. The sidewalk and waiting shed also got involved. 80 people were injured. 9 were seriously injured. 3 died.
Sigh... 
February 14.
Bakit ba tinuring na napaka-special ng araw na ito? Ok, fine - Valentine's Day siya. At maraming tao ang nahuhumaling sa idea na pi-nepresenta nito.
Pag-ibig. Pagmamahal.
Ano ba ito? Napaka-hirap naman kasi nitong i-decipher. Or i-explain man lang. Parang napakaraming niyang meaning. At hindi mo na alam kung ano doon ang totoo sa hindi.
Andami daming tao ang nagbibigay sa akin ng kahulugan ng pag-ibig. Pero wala doon ang nagbigay man lang ng sense sa akin. O sige, meron naman kahit papano pero nagtatanong pa rin ako pagkatapos noon. Siguro nga kasi hindi siya talaga "explainable."
Ewan.
Magulo lang siguro talaga akong tao. Or mababaw kaya hindi ko kayang intindihin ang mga meaning na binibigay ng pag-ibig. Ang alam ko lang kasi, nararamdaman mo siya. Basta pag sa tingin mo, special na sa'yo yung bagay o taong yun at binbigyan mo ito ng special na attention at hindi mo gustong mapahamak o mapariwara yung bagay o taong yun, mahal mo na.
Pero... yun lang ba ang binubuo ng salitang "LOVE?"
Bahala na.
Happy Valentine's na lang sa inyong lahat.
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