last friday, sept 24, i went to batangas to get some money from my mom's bank and to meet my sister and take her out to a lunch date. anyways la naman talagang nagyari masyado saken, except that on our way to the bus station, these unhappy, dirty, bitter and dangerous beggars bombarded us with their nakakabinging "ate penge pera" shit. my heart is soft when it comes to the poor people but i have learned my lessons well. they are not my problem, and my first concern should be my safety. so when i gave the smallest and the youngest beggar some coins, i refrained from giving the others already. baka members pa sila ng sindikato or something. anyways... heres the story of my friend piggy...
on my way to manila, when we reached the exit of batangas proper, heavy traffic was already beginning to happen. i was sitting at the front row and i can perfectly see the view. in front of us was an open truck with blue bars on it. inside of the truck were big pigs squeezed in tightly. it was so congested that some of them are already on top of each other, and some of them has their feet dangling outside the bars. poor pigs. here i am whining about the traffic inside an airconditioned bus, and those pigs are so uncomfortably jam-packed in there together as if they're already dead. ok, you may say that im too emotional about little stuff like this, or you may say that they're only pigs and that they will be killed and eaten anyway. but, i really felt sorry for them. there was this particular pig that was facing my direction. i named her miss piggy. she has this sweet and calm face that she really touched my heart. and i think she was staring at me. the bus i was into was trailing the truck for like 45 minutes because the cars arent moving because of the traffic, and that whole 45 min, the pig and i was staring at each other. or not. i dont know if pigs care about what they see, but all i know is that miss piggy was staring at me and i think that we made a connection. the moment our bus turned left, i saw miss piggy switched positions as well, and all i can see was her pink ass... in my mind, i said goodbye to my friend who kept me interested for the past 45 min, and uttered a small prayer that may the butcher give her a nice clean death, and that she wont feel any pain, and that she may go to pig's heaven...
maybe its true that we are all connected here in this world. whether you are a human, an animal or any kind of life form, i know each and everyone of us has a soul. because if we dont, we wont feel this compassion in our hearts that we are feeling for each other. i bid farewell to my friend piggy. may she rest in peace.
this morning when i woke up, i ate pork chops. i wondered if it was miss piggy? because if it was her, i want her to know that she made a really fine porkchop, and that she was delicious. what the hell am i saying?!?
