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September 11, 2001. The day that will live in infamy. The day that changed the world dramatically. The day that changed how we travel and live our lives. Before the 9/11 attacks on America, the word “terror” was not that big of a word. It always felt distant from public consciousness, especially mine. I always associated it with professors who need to get laid more. After the Twin Towers fell, “terror” became a household term. It began to have a life of its own. It became a living, breathing threat to our daily lives. And then we declared war on it.
I remembered exactly when I heard about the attacks. I was walking along the dark streets of UPLB with my blocmates. We were on our way to one of our blocmates’ apartment. I heard from a TV in one of the houses we passed by the news about an aircraft crashing into one of the World Trade Center towers. The first thing that came into my mind was “That pilot. Pfft. What an idiot.“, and then I strolled along.
When we arrived at our blocmate’s apartment, we saw the news again on her TV. At the time, the authorities were still not sure if the crash was caused by mechanical error or pilot stupidity. We went on to switch the channel to find something fun to watch. We spent the night like the happy and reckless youth that we were, totally unaware that the world was changing during our laughter-filled discussions about scary teachers and ugly classmates.
The next day, I came back home to Sta. Rosa. Lo and behold, the attacks were all over the tube. The truth set in. The most powerful country in the world was just punk’d by goat-raping terrorists.
For days following the attacks, I religiously watched the news. I also went online regularly to search for pictures of the attacks. Each and every image I found sent shivers down my spine. I just can’t believe something like that happened. During my life time. I can’t imagine how New Yorkers felt. And I hope nobody else in the world will ever feel the same way again.
Every time I remember 9/11, I wish superheroes are real so they can kick the crap out of those who live their lives just to bring terror to other people’s lives. Fuckin’ goat-rapists.
