Originally Posted on August 20, 2004 at 07:59 pm
Mosquitoes are nasty little bloodsuckers.
Mang Tito, an old guy who works for my uncle and comes around this little shell at daytime for some paperwork was smiling enigmatically.
What is this weird old man up to?
I noticed he was glancing at the dinner table. I went to look at it myself.
“May alaga ako dyan..”
What? I saw no animal below the table…so I went nearer…and guess what I saw?
A fucking fat mosquito.
I tried to shoo it away but it just stayed there.
“Hindi na makakalipad yan…”
Did he mean the fat pest was too heavy to fly? I inspected it closely. I noticed it had no more wings…the old dude must have plucked it with sheer precision.
What the fuck..?!?!
“…tinanggal ko yung pakpak, pinaparusahan ko kasi kanina pa ako kinakagat…”
No matter how old he was, this guy was sick. Sadistically sick in the head. How cruel. I mean, why not just kill the bitch (only female mosquitoes suck blood) and end its misery?
The old man laughed hysterically.
I gave a plastic laugh, and sat on a chair a few steps away from the dinner table. Minutes passed, and Mang Tito went back to the dinner table…
“Oy, ‘wag kang tatakas…hindi pa tapos ang parusa mo…”
…and gently pushed the mosquito back to the middle of the table for it was hopping its way to the edge.
Somebody dial the loony bin. This guy has lost it.
And he went back to his work. I stared at the dinner table blankly. I was drinking coffee at that time, and somehow I came back to my senses.
Why is the thought of that fat mosquito bothering me? It made no sense at all. Crazy old man…what if reincarnation is real, and after you die…you’ll be reincarnated into a mosquito? Would you like it if some crazy old dude pulls out your wings and leave you stuck on a dinner table?
I was bothered. The damn mosquito was annoying me in my mindless boredom.
I stood up and approached the dinner table…and wiped the mosquito off it…it carelessly fell on the floor…
Squish.
As I released my foot (I was wearing slippers) from the vile insect, I saw no life in it…just a flattened piece of dirt and a tiny blot of blood.
Mang Tito…nakatakas na yung alaga mo…
There.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
I went back to my mindless and bored thoughts.
Ps. As of 2005, Mang Tito was terminated by my Uncle. Tsk tsk, weird old man…
{ Currently listening to: } myself being silent
{ I Feel: } nostalgic
Written by domz at 03:15 PM.