Been There Almost Done That (2004)
Like a true-blooded Libra, I believe that all things come to those who wait, that life is what we make of it, and know for a fact that no matter what size or width, no paper can be folded more than 7 times.
Like a true-blooded Libra, I believe that all things come to those who wait, that life is what we make of it, and know for a fact that no matter what size or width, no paper can be folded more than 7 times.
I sat down for a while. I looked around and suddenly had that awful sinking feeling. I probably shouldn’t use sinking as an adjective- when I’m on a boat- in the middle of the ocean.
I also don’t see where I am going with this. Or why I should write about something so organ sensitive. Well, uh, apparently, this whole Covid19 situation is taking longer than I expected so I thought- might as well be a subject matter expert on something! Anyway, back to our topic. Ladies, please focus. Gents, please try to keep up.
These things I don’t need in my life. And it really wouldn’t matter. A lot of people like me. Even dogs love me. That guy crossing the street who I let pass when I was driving yesterday likes me. Heck, even my boss likes me. I think. And god bless her, she’s among the discerning lot.
Do you know how life tries to convince you to make lemonade when it gives you lemons?
Well for the past few years, life has been throwing me a few lemons. Okay, that’s putting it mildly. Here’s what really happened. Life embargoed lemons and dumped it all on me. I guess, it felt like I needed that much lemon to teach me a lesson.
Somehow, you managed to survive another day. The night is so, so young and short. This is the part where you find your usual quiet sweet spot, smoke your Winston Lights, look up to the sky, and pose that all too common obvious question-
“ What the hell happened to me?”
Oo. Yang mamang nakikita mong umiihi sa pader? Normal yan! Aba puta nagtetext pa!!! Eto pa. Yang apat na taong nakasakay sa motorsiklo sabay may baby pang karga yung nanay? Normal yan! Yung babaeng naisnatch yung bag kanina ng tanghaling tapat? Normal yan! Umupo ka dyan. Wag ka magtaka. Walang himala. Wag ka matakot. Andito ako. Wag ka na magtanong. Ieexplain ko sayo. Onga pala, welcome to da Pilipins!
This “thing of beauty” will soon be dead.
Consider this the last time that I wrote for you…“
A cold reflection lingers as the world whispers hateful songs about you. Maybe you deserve it. Maybe not. Some call it karma. Some, a circumstance. What used to be sweet music to your ears has been replaced by dead air. A shattering noise. The kind of cacophony that you deserve. For all your cunningness, deceit, …
But people, it has come to my attention, live for those few minutes of fame. A few like buttons, gratifying comments from friends or even a shared post feels like an over-caffeinated moment of clarity.