By Blue Rose on Monday, 24 of August , 2009 at 3:52 pm
A tragic bus accident happens again, this accident happens in Lucena City, Philippines. According to the source Lucena Bus Lines, the bus bound Manila-Lucena. While the Bragais Bus Lines bound Tabacco-Manila.
The incident happens by around midnight; police investigation revealed that the Lucena bus was overtaking a vehicle when it smashed head-on into the Manila-bound Bragais Lines bus on the opposite lane.
The force of impact tore off the left side of the Bragais bus, killing 7 passengers instantly. Most of the victims, meanwhile, were pinned inside both buses. The bodies were brought to Funeraria Pagbilao in Laguna for autopsy. The 41 people injured in the accident, meanwhile, were immediately rushed to the Quezon Medical Center.
Unfortunately, it is very upsetting, heartbreaking and tragic event for a family that has been killed in the incident; they headed to Manila for them to meet the head of their family that will arrive from the other country tomorrow, working as an Overseas Filipino Worker. All of the family members died, including the 3 year old daughter, her mother and her mother in law.
The owner of Bragais Bus Lines rushed to Lucena City to give assistance to the casualties, they are thankful for the help, but also they are very upset because that help cannot bring their family members death back to life again.
By Loving Asya on Tuesday, 28 of July , 2009 at 12:55 am
Here, across the room, I sprawl stiffly on some chair in front of him. Wondering if he has the slightest idea of my leaving.
Three months before I pack my bags, getting ready to be away from home, away from the one I used to waking up each morning, away from him, finally. A part of me is quite excited at the turning yet for the most part, cringing from sadness.
Slumped on the couch, eyes squeezed shut, his thin lips (like mine) protruding and the familiar constant involuntary movement of his fingers on both hands and feet as he tried to lull himself to sleep- I will never forget. Though it would seem as if he’s scrambling to yank tragic thoughts off his mind. He looks, as always, tired. And sad as ever.
It’s hard to see him this way. even harder when eventually I would have to let him know. Like how difficult it would be, as helpless as you are, to release someone from your grip after years of almost solely dwelling on the fact that the person will always be there. Especially if it has some rapport to your system. akin to your nature and whole being. Especially if it was your daughter. The one person who gives a glimmer of hope and somehow, light, for your existence. Or so I strongly thought.
His eyes are wildly open now, agitated by the noise of street children still singing caroling songs even if it is no longer Christmas. His eyes flicker on and off at its first opening, dazed by the light. He finally stands and sprinted toward the door, my prying eyes still following, so gracefully… and easily. I wished fervently it’s that easy, too.
