Noticed it by Mckinley Hills. The music was wafting through the air like summer blooms. Violin ala Vivaldi though I am not sure. Classical violin on a Saturday. And as if in harmony, there was no traffic. And the driver, about late 60s, with a strong Visayan accent, plain, a commoner like me. And the taxi, the old model white, rickety but like old vehicles that are well maintained, with extra strong airconditioning. If indeed classical is his taste, then this taxi driver's taste is impeccable. Just as his taxi is clean, and as he is dependable. I may be misinterpreting but he's one in million. Unforgettable.
one cannot be away forever. home always beckons. so wherever the feet takes you, remember that the heart's compass yearns towards home --- whether it be the sight of rice fields, the smell of your mom's clothes, or the gash on that floor --- unique imprints of the home that only the heart recognizes, and bears wherever it goes. so go home, go home, go home, get home.
i was going through the readership of this blog (which is not too big for a blog which is 1 of a billion blogs in cyberspace) when i chanced through this. and i fathom, i was really in love with this person once. and it was deep and it felt right. forever was so visible.
but i recall that only last friday, i was giving precious advice to my teammate whose relationship, her engagement to that special someone was teetering on the brink of break-up. a similar situation that i was through in 2012. and i remember my advice. do not follow my track. my relationship did not take root. it was not deep enough to be saved.
and then i saw this blog, this blog where the sun, my favorite motif, was all splendor. the sun was so beautiful it did not matter whether it was on the rise or was setting. but still, in the blog, i acknowledged my love as both the sunrise or the sunset of my life --- now i wonder, was i the one who blogged, or him?
i react as if a third-person. so i did really fall in love. so at that moment, love enveloped my soul. thank you. thank you for this blog for bringing me back to that feeling. acknowledging that it did exist, that love. thank you too, to him, the one who made it possible. what i felt, what we had, was true. even though now, it does not exist anymore. this love. and i sometimes doubt myself. i sometimes feel alzheimer's disease infects the heart as well.
I will not know how to deal with you, if you don't say it as it is, how you feel including what is, and what is not. I cannot foretell your words. You have to learn to trust who you are, and what I am to you.
i have reached a 'hayyyyyyy' point in the revisions. since april, i have been going through three draft chapters, and this morning, realized there is another one that needs to be included. reading, slashing, summarizing while going through the pain of reading horrendously-written work. good, i used a pencil, otherwise, the chapters will be bleeding.
so it's not unusual to find notations like these:
sometime april: 'the discussion here can be part of self-admin chapter where results (repayment) can be added as prelude to studying tenure chapter'
again in april: 'this chapter and info on city govt capability in socialised housing, or enablement assumptions, is useful but it has to be worded simply and explained logically. summarize key points as well.
and today: 'balikan mo, one by one, summarize points you will take. Do not rush, but do not slack either.'
i am my own worst editor. but i have to focus and do so with purpose. Urgently.