still yawning as i commuted my way to the office this morning, my husband P and i sat across a stocky man with short wavy hair wearing black shirt over jeans. nothing unusual about him -- just a regular guy, i suppose.
aside from the customary dust, traffic and honking horns, the ride was uneventful. as we were traversing Kalayaan Avenue, i heard a faint and inaudible sound. looking around, i tried locating where it was coming from. the man sitting in front of us was looking out the window, but his lips were moving. i looked away.
as we were turning left to N. Garcia, the sound became louder and clearer.
i don't wanna be a tiger
coz tigers play too rough
i don't wanna be a lion
coz lions ain't the kind you love enough
just wanna be your teddy beaaarrr...!
he was not only singing, he was also rocking his head and slapping his thighs to the beat of his song. we tried not to stare for he seemed to be in a world of his own, having the nicest of time. he was still singing and head-banging when i got off my stop.
smiling as i walked on, i still didn't think there was anything unusual about him. the morning ride wasn't uneventful and boring, after all.
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