weekend off

reminder on the table

Some people are remembered unexpectedly.


I remember him.
Him who?
The cadaver in anatomy.
He was tall. Every group wanted him. Big muscles to study. Later we realized "Lola's" body with the group nearest us can be dissected more easily.
Did you know his name?
No. Why, did you know yours in your class?
No.














































We drank our shared Sola in silence.










































A robust man, able-bodied, young.
Probably younger than us now.

Tall, dark, he had a...gunshot? was it a stab? I would have to ask Ann (my classmate now in Cebu), our group leader. And so she remembers too.

There are persons who help us learn. Some who are fortunate to be alive, experience the joy of teaching, and may even live long enough to see where the learning leads us. Others, lifeless, have equally noble roles. Unsung.

thursday

I like thursdays (it's my most turtle-paced day), especially when it's not so sunny. A little rain is manageable as long as there are no hostile winds. Good for me and my vitiligo. I get to walk farther, longer without appearing pink in some areas later.

Today, I discovered that some people in the heart of Quezon City make garden plots, like I did in grade school. (Yohoo! Do you remember YCAP? i forgot what it stands for. Youth...something. If you remember or know the meaning, you are either a teacher or as old as I am, approximately). We planted pechay, kamatis, beans, camote, and many others. The difference between work and delightful occupation was to me, at that time, unheard of.



























Perhaps the owner of the plots is happy it rained. Even the trees on the other street look good after their bath.


























Later, I got tired so I rode in a tricycle.




















Please don't appear to notice the wrong spelling. Please don't. The driver is not just strict regarding where you should put your feet. The tricycle is armored. Hold your tongue, or else...

Dating, defined. Never mind intermittently.

We had a date after work today. No, after work is too arbitrary. Actually, an inaccuracy. Intermittent date with some work (calls and texts to answer) inserted describes the activity better. But it's ok.

Under a solemn sky seen through glass, over sausage and crepes, to the left of a younger couple (typing on a PDA? or reading a text together?), and to the right of a lovely corner, we talked and talked and talked. Pure joy.

Later, the couple (and the baby, did you notice the stroller?) left.
Another set of crepes please. Chased by cups of coffee (tremors, anyone?). Blah, blah, blah.


xxx


Addendum:

Later, at home:

You blog it? They might think I bring you to dates too infrequently.

My dear husband, eating out is not the same as dating. But almost 4 hours nonstop talking, over restaurant food, on a weekday? That's a date and I thank you. You may refresh your definition, for future use.

(He smiles).

NGO in the queue


A priority number can be a fastener between strangers.

She was priority C99. My cousin and I, D14. They were serving C44 (out of 100)when our wait started.

Vilma works with an NGO helping abused children. It was good to talk to someone enthusiastic about what she does.





Later, my cousin and I rode on a jeepney. Somehow, it made me remember the children.

Monday in oblique position


Is it really Monday? But where are the other people? Are we the only ones at risk of heart attack today? (I don't binge though, in case you read the link)










































Later, it's a Monday indeed. But really,

Manila is congested, Monday or not. And my naming it Monday in context just with traffic was erroneous.






































I wonder what else have I subjected to this wrong logic (looking at things obliquely and in one part of context only).

sunny day.

the sky, an occupied canvas.























below,

Hanging on Wires.