just another sad chapter

As we live, we are making our own personal histories. Yet no matter how hard we try, history seems to manage to get past our conscious effort of avoiding it and come out repeating itself somehow.
Remember the time when your mom (or dad, or both) would tell you on a weekend (or holiday, or anytime that they're at home) to say that they're not home when a certain person (they don't want to entertain) come to visit?
Well, yesterday, I have become that person that an old friend (which friendship one that might be considered a tight one...or I might have assumed too much) didn't want to see.
In defense of my pride though, the visit was not at all intentional. But as their place was along the way to my Auntie's (it was a beautiful morning and the midday sun was hidden by big, puffy clouds, I opted to walk...like it was only one and a half block away from the shop), I decided against not making a housecall. And I thought that was a bright idea. I rationalized that a few hellos are in order considering a decade is one hell of a long time for 'friends' to have not seen each other.
Kids!!! They are vey bad liars. Pity! They have very little choice in telling the truth or not. No wonder we all grow up as deceitful, disloyal adults. Yeah, this particular 'friend' told 'his' (there, it's a 'he') daughter to tell me that he went somewhere (when earlier, the daughter went off apparently to fetch him) . Can you believe that!?!?
I raged for a spell, but that was it. It's not my loss (but as usual I couldnt get it off my head until it's published for all to read and express some sympathy).
I hate to see myself in that place where I don't want to see my friends anymore. I mean, for what reason should I shy aeay from everyone? It's unthinkable!!! Wow, I guess I need to see about that friend of mine I vowed not to see anymore :)

local politics

...has surprises of its own. Only in brgy 1, there are about 60 contenders in the 7 seats for "kagawad". It's a marvel how eager some are to be of "service".
In high school, being voted again and again in the student council post meant being popular but it doesn't necessarily equate to being a good leader. While it has very little implication (like some units in extracurricular activities necessary to land in the roll of honors which doesn't really mean s**t in college), a completely different thing could be said about public service in the real world.
Apparently these brgy-official-wanabees saw what bright future lie ahead for them in this age old arena. Looking at the incumbents reap the benefits of their positions, who could blame the neophytes for wanting a piece of what the others have been enoying at the expense of...?
Would you consider turning a blind eye on these events a crime? Consider this, what can one single tiny voice do when pitted against like elements that reek with malice and deceit?
Pray harder, I reckon, and down some pills to take this gnawing headache away.
Sigh!

I don't look it (that i'm sure) but I'm a granny once more. today, at twilight, I officially met Vince Plandres, my third paternal granchild. He was born on October 13 (I must have been still in Argao buying the famous "torta" while my niece-once removed- was in labor), one week earlier than the calendar predicted. He looked more frail than the 7lbs weight that he registered at birth. Maybe because he appeared to be not as horizontally challenged as his maternal female forbears. I tried to look for a bit myself in him but I couldn't seem to find one. But as I described how thick his mop of hair was, and how his whole body was covered with so much hair for an infant (or so i thought), tatay mentioned that i was as hairy (that i even had sideburns) when i was the same age.
Welcome, grandson!!!

So Far Away

A senti Bamboo? Why not?
Today’s the first time I heard their version of Carole king’s “So far Away”.
I hope though that this doesn’t mean the end to their original OPM compositions that first stole my heart away.

one of those days

I should let this pass but I just can’t. The boisterous laughter and the silly grin of that barbarian bore a nasty hole in my senses; I couldn’t just shake it off my thoughts.
The day started out pretty much special. The fact that I was up as soon as the alarm went off is something noteworthy as it wasn’t the norm in the last few weeks. Breakfast was paella ala “sampat” (with chicken breast, liver and gizzard) which cooked so perfectly that there wasn’t nothing left in the pot for the ants to scour.
But the scene changed abruptly and it wasn’t the least to my advantage.
So I was by the curb when a tricycle already packed with 3 passengers stopped. The driver insisted that I take the “seat” adjacent to the real seat. I refused about three times before he realized I wasn’t taking it. Well, not today. Not in my skirt anyways. It didn’t take long and he was back, swerving out of his lane and stopped right in front of me. It was to my understanding that he’s resigned to shuttling me off to my destination so I made a gesture of moving towards the cab, when out came his crazy laughter as he revved the motor and sped away. As if to say,”Who are you kidding?!?!” Others would have taken it none too seriously but this one apparently has taken much offense at the refusal.
Who was he kidding? I mean, who just lost a client? Didn’t he stop and think for a while about how many hundreds of cabs are plying that route? Nah, I bet not; fact I was already on my way to the gate before I even lost sight of his crazy self. Else, he would have thought twice before giving in to such an act so juvenile. My mistake was, after waiting for around ten minutes and having subjected my freshly washed self to a reasonable amount of dirt from speeding vehicles that cruised by me, I felt suddenly impatient and failed to see that it might have only been a ploy to annoy, to get back at me.
Sigh!