Bamboo Bank:The Incubus

Present...

All the coins that were piled up in my bamboo bank were because of my 'sacrifices'... I'd rather take a kilometer walk than pay an exact fare to a ride, I'd better have free meal at home than say bye to an Osmeña-bill just to satisfy my tummy, I'd prefer wearing my usual Tees than follow new craze in town, I'd choose jamming my sound at home than hang-out the with Researchers plus the Coordinator. And last, I'd ignore everything else, even loading up my phone, not my online accounts.

I am really working for it. How I longed to have my own guitar, I missed my highschool years, when I went home late for my rehearsals in Rondalla, I played guitar then, everything is simple, the chords, the strumming, the plucking... that's why I wanted some more...now. The main reason of my 'sacrifices'.

So now, it's almost been a year and I suppose those old coins can't wait to be finally in my hands. One morning, I asked assistance to my mother, stunned she, the mouth of the bamboo bank was cracked and the nail was easily loosened. As she counted the coins, it was only 150 Php! I remember what my cousin told me "malas mag-alkansiya!" My bad! He premonition never failed. For all those months, someone has been stealing my money!!! (kilala ko kumuha nu'n) ^_^ What about my guitar! What about those sacrifices?! What a bloody nightmare!