it was loud, and it would have been deafening if i lived just a couple of blocks away.
at first i dismissed it.
then bad disturbing thoughts came:
first it was the bomb, then the screaming, so i perked my ears but heard nothing.
i looked outside trying to find out what in hell's name disturbed this sleepy little neighbourhood on this lazy mid-week evening.
all i saw were people, lots of em on the sidewalk and some on the streets, their gaze fixed in a particular direction.
even cars slowed down and the traffic to the drivers became just that little bit insignificant.

i went out to join these people, to find out what the fuck i heard and to feel a little bit better.
as i was walking down the street to join the larger groups, i was finally able to put a visual to the explosion i heard.
it was a fire coming out of one of the apartments. i didnt see the fire but i sure as hell saw the smoke.
it was coming out of the house like it was 1999 all over again.

the fire brigade came and soon after a non-emergency ambulance.
they brought a stretcher out and raced up but came down with no one.
so the person was unhurt, lucky bastard he is.

well, at least in wasnt another suicide.
there's already been 3 in my part of the neighbourhood alone.
simei's finally having some variation in the disaster area. lol.