Santi's Kiss

(Super) Typhoon Santi not only said Hi to me today but, in fact, kissed me. 


They say that when you are about to die your life flashes in front you. Well, not for me I guess. I didn't see any flashes. Maybe because I only realized that I could have died after surviving it. So I guess had I died then, I'd be one of those ghosts who didn't know their already dead. A naive ghost.



When I saw Joy's shaken face. When I looked at Rachelle's teary eyes. It was only then I realized that my heart was pounding fast. My body was shaken. My eyes were teary. I was scared as hell as my friends were, or at least my body felt my fear, because it took me a while to realize it and for it to sink in. But then I heard John Sion's unstoppable laughter. We were still alive. I was alive. And yes. For a moment , I thought we may really be invincible. I never understood why John Sion kept on laughing (Well, I did think he may have really lost it and with strong winds such as what we had encountered, it may have gone in his head and blew away the little sanity he had), as he held on to Joy while Joy held on to a tree, and; as me and Rachelle held on to some steel fence (or something like that, I don't know what they're called).


After a near death experience and proving to ourselves that we may actually be invincible (or stupidly lucky), we still had the promised McDo breakfast. Afterall, survivors need to be fed. 


After a number of stories and shared laughters over breakfast I looked outside. Santi had gone. He kissed me and it scared me. The skies were again clear again. 


Sunny in fact. As if nothing happened. As if his kiss of death never occured in the first place. But I can still taste it and there is no taste comparable to it. Tasteless yet unforgettable and above all regrettable. 

I am never kissing you ever again.