It was a pleasant day last Thursday. My dad asked me to setup the drum set and the amps in preparation for th BIL's birthday celebration (Saturday). So after breakfast, I post a quick update and checked my emails. I plugged the amps and I setup the drums and test drive the drums with an ipod to accompany me. Just to make sure nothing would fall off during the party. After that I washed my hands so I could re-unite with my bass guitar again. When I touched the hard case, I sense that something was wrong. Then I panicked when I saw termites falling off the side of the coffin-like case. I quickly called the house helper to help me with it, because the lock was jammed. I started to loose hope because the hard case which was suppose to be hard was now slightly softer than before. I asked the helper to open it so I could take a peek. I saw that the color was now faded. I told myself that the color does not matter. So I asked again asked to just pulled the guitar so I could see everything. And also I was trying to save the lock on the case. But I jumped, panicked, cursed and cried when I saw the whole the guitar. It was totally eaten by termites! Yes, my favorite Fender Precision Bass Guitar was gone! I could not do anything. It was too late. Way too late! Everything was gone! I felt that I lost someone so very dear to me.

I dashed upstairs to call my dad. And I can't help but cry upon revealing what happened. He said, there's no reason to cry at all. I think he's just trying to comfort me. I hurried downstairs and broke the lock on the hard case. At that moment, I was not able absorb what I saw. I cried and cried some more. Happy moments started to flash before my eyes. Remembering good times with this *very special friend*.

I hurried with my dad's tool box because I want to save at least some of what's left of it. I was able to get the sorbetero knob, pick guard and the 2 picks up because it was made of metal and plastic. Half of the screws won't even turn and some were loss thread already. I started to hit the screw using a screw driver and a hammer. I can't believe I'm hitting it those tools, I thought. My mom and dad arrived and they kept saying that it was okay. Which was not of course.

After I had removed everything I wanted, I sat and looked at what's left of my precious possession. Unfortunately, only one pick up was saved. I was hurt. I felt really really bad, stupid and irresponsible. If only I could turn back time, I thought. Everything was destroyed. It's gone forever.

What's weird about it is that, all of the other guitars that we have right now doesn't even have a scratch on it. Only my bass guitar was infested and destroyed. Which my dad kept saying to me that it has reason. Everything has a purpose.

Call me a cry baby or mababaw--I don't care. All I know is that I lost a dear dear *friend*. The picture below was taken after our gig in Eastwood, Libis some years ago from my previous work, L2S.


My dad gave that bass guitar to me not more than 10 years ago when a friend of his knocked on our door one morning to sell it. One look and my dad gave a cheque. He showed it to me and I immediately fell in love with it. From then on, that bass was placed under bed for safe keeping. I would play day and night. I would just grab it from under my bed every morning when I wake up. Sometimes my mom would get mad because it was already late and I was still slapping the strings. I even fell asleep holding it. It was my very personal favorite. It was my asset every gig. The look is a classic and the sound and drive was incredible.

I took a break from my music career when I got a job, got married and had a baby. I am now starting to introduce my childhood hobby to the little angel. And I was hoping that I could pursue music again at a later time.

I started to play music again last year, when I joined new circle of friends in my current job. And we were able to join the "Acoustic Nights" which was held in the pantry in the office. Unfortunately, I think that was the last gig I had with it. Because after that gig, I just left it in my parents house for safe keeping. But I was wrong.


Now, I feel that a part of me was destroyed. I was longing to pursue music again for a long time and now I feel like I am being driven away from it. I was not able to go to work for 2 days because of it. Yes, I was that depressed. Seeing the picture makes me cry again...

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