I am home early. I don’t feel that well and so is my boss who took a half-day sick leave. My two young colleague at work also decided to go home early because they don’t feel ok earlier on. Their not feeling well is rather contagious. I have a lot of things to do but staying late will not make me productive anyway. And so here I am, trying to write some shallow entry in this seemingly abandoned site.
Grrrrrrrr… I feel frustrated. Writing well is a distant dream. Oftentimes, i feel so lacking in words. Why ever did I start something here and not do justice to its existence. Not that i have a responsibility to maintain it. I guess anytime I could abandon this and forget about it, at least for a time, until another bout like this moment comes and my weary but restless fingers get itchy to press some letters. Mwahaha!!!
Grrrr… I feel foolish! I am just writing because I am waiting for the completion of my download. I am currently downloading Justine Henin and Dinara Safina’s 2007 US Open match from this site. I miss Justine on court. Watching tennis is not the same anymore with her retirement. All I can do now is to replay her matches and see the poetry in motion she exhibits on court.
Hmmm… since I am into this, I think i would just write something on my weekend. Lea, her husband and I traveled home early morning last Saturday. It was Ayn’s birthday afterall and we really planned to go to home to the province. There was a little celebration in the afternoon. We have some guests but as usual I didn’t get to see them; not deliberately this time. I had a very restive and dreamless sleep that afternoon. I slept the whole afternoon and what a rest it has been! I did not notice the time; didn’t hear the celebration and didn’t see any guest who came to our house. I just remember the beautiful revived feeling when I woke up and realized that I have missed the party. Wow! I relished the sleep and glad i stayed in bed.
Sunday was a rainy one. We went to Church for the early morning first mass, Mommy, my two sisters and Ayn. I saw Bae Carnay in the front pew coming late and there I know where the money i pocketed will go. I approached her after the mass and to her I gave my offertory. She is more than 90 years old now. I have with me my very slim digital camera and i really wanted to picture her; to capture the lines and to capture the wisdom except that there are a lot of people. Of course, I don’t want to get attention. I guess she is nearing 100 years, but still she is still very strong. She still recognizes me and blurted my name when she said her Thank You. She kissed and hugged me and what a joy that hug gave me. I wish I could go home more often and see her when she goes to Church every Sunday. She taught me and some kids in the neighborhood Catechism back then. Although I honestly prefer reading than attending her mid-day catechism, I guess her classes made me meet some kids and made me less naughty, hehehe. I wish I could give her more for giving me some sense of Christian spirituality. Enough of this.
Lunch was a feast in the province as usual. Fish and sea shells, fresh vegetables and fruits. What a joy going home! And now i am back in the city and in my abode, but still in front of my machine. What the heck is going on? And I thought, I was not feeling well. Hmmm… I am not that frustrated anymore. I forgot my frustration when I forget the world while writing some silly nonsense.
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