This thing happened right after meeting “that” guy (see previous post). I said it was a long night because it really was. On my way home, I met an accident. I did not even post this in Facebook because I know how exaggerated my mom’s reaction to everything is, she would definitely freak out and ask me about details non-stop for at least two weeks even if I already showed her that I barely even had a scratch (Mommy, this is a joke so don’t overreact…see what I did there? *wink*).
So I was driving (obviously), in the MAIN road. I had to emphasize that just so you all know that it wasn’t my fault. It’s my first accident so I have to be all defensive here, you know. I was going probably 40kph (which according to the policeman who gave me license was the speed limit). Then all of a sudden, a car came out. I hit the brakes but then it was too late. Good thing I was not really going that fast because God knows how bad I could have had it. My upper lip just hit the steering wheel because of the abrupt stop and I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt. Yes. I don’t know if anyone ever uses a seatbelt in this island.
Oh well, thank God I was spared and as one of my officemates said, “Wow, it’s so cool that you had your first accident and it wasn’t your fault!” Yes. I also appreciate that we did not have to call the police and just settled among us. My car has been fixed, no worries! I’m glad I was able to keep my composure throughout the whole ordeal. No panicking for me. I even decided not to end my night yet after that. Yup.
|before and after the makeover.
A couple of weeks ago, I had the opportunity to dine out with a total stranger. He’s a european who is based in Japan. I’m not going into details how that happened. Let’s just go to the part where we are ordering our respective meals and trying to tell “interesting stuff” about each other. He decided to order a fruit bat soup aside from the grilled fish.
Of course, the questions like, “how do you find Palau” and “what kept you busy staying on this island” came up. I told him that basically, my life here is work, badminton, and church. Those are the routine stuff.
And then this conversation happened:
Him: You go to church?
H: If there’s one thing I hate about Palau, it’s seeing the signs of these different churches. In the live-aboard ship, there were two missionaries. They were nice, of course, but I really don’t like them. How can you be so arrogant to think that you are right and these people are wrong? These religions destroyed the natural state of the island. Religion was invented years ago when we couldn’t explain a lot of things.
M: There’s science now to explain things?
H: Yes. All these religion stuff are just myths. They are like Zeus. Nobody believes in Zeus anymore.
M: Are you an atheist?
H: Yes. That’s what I like about Japan, they don’t have a lot of these “god” stuff.
M: From where are you, originally?
H: I’m from Great Britain. People in Europe now are going in to this line of thinking already. Germany, Denmark…they know better now.
Then the fruit bat soup came. I can’t decide which is worse. The conversation or the sight of a bat corpse.
|See those fangs? Bon appetit!
It has been a long night.