IngliseraKuno

it was a trip on the road for hours. our colleague, claro, is not one who complains about long hours of driving, even if he would reach for a quick gulp of water, or a handful of chips, to keep him from sleeping. this trip is quite exciting for all of us, what with the unexpected to go with to it.  after going about what work that needed to be done, we set off to sagada, this place where local tourists flocked to after the run of that movie which was shot in baguio city, and two or three important scenes filmed with sagada and its lush mountains and terraces as its backdrop. the locals just recenty asked as a favor from all local tourists to back off for a while. not that they are closing their doors. they are quite alarmed by the influx of tourists lately, which has caused water shortage in the area. they probably need space to breathe for a while, to let nature regenerate as normally as we allow it.  yet there were still tourists and backpackers around, walking in the street...

'karma', he told me. what i am going through now. from relations by virtue of blood and their friends who use the platform of social media to post cheap shots and spiteful remarks about me, seething with anger, like it is a victory each moment they and their friends (who have nothing more important things to do in their lives but to ride on the remark and make fun of me, i.e. comment: hahaha!) are able to provoke me to 'post' back. the ever vulnerable and stupid me most of the time succumb to the temptation and retaliate. as if the retaliation will redeem part of my honor (what is left of it, though). i look back and yes, i have had my share of being 'them'. i have posted cheap shots, spiteful remarks, ranted, vented anger, directed at other people. i felt the exhiliration of the victory when people notice, when people get hurt because of my posts. my attention has been called several times to it, by the older and wiser, but while i appreciated their opinions, t...

my friend's daughter, bea, graduates this month, a rather difficult pre-medicine course. i see her only a few times personally, yet i know her quite well, what with her mom and i always in constant touch, and always together, somewhere in conferences. her mom, maan and i have been friends for as long as i can remember. she told me once that a feng sui expert told her our friendship is solid as rock, and that whatever comes our way, we can overcome. of course as normal friends, we have had our differences. but we have managed to be there for each other come what may, through the years. we raised our kids almost the same time. which makes me sentimental about debuts, graduations, and God forbid will be in weddings. together, we saw our kids through the birthday parties, the swimming get-togethers and what-not, all in the middle of our work. our work kept us stressed, but grounded because of our kids. we grew older in this work, and still we struggle everyday to strike that balance so...

I was called names days past. Indiscreet, demanding, insistent, proud, stubborn, liar, incompetent, undeserving of what I have. And that I put in sanitized form. I can imagine how vulgar it was when spoken, together with the judgement of the righteous. Or so they think. It was no surprise to me, what surprised me was the reaction of others to it. Since I have been calm the past couple of weeks which was actually scaring me (like the calm before a storm), I sarcastically resigned myself to explain my side, then eventually accepting of the mistakes I made. Humility will not kill, heartbreak does.  It is sad, though, that all these come a couple of days before Mother's Day. It is a day I look forward to not only because it is an excuse to food binge (we already had pizza and all that cholesterol overloaded food earlier) but it is a time when mothers are thanked for, well, simply having carried life in their wombs for nine months, and bringing 'small people' (as allegedly calle...