fascinating

photo and text grabbed from Inquirer online.


Track of Typhoon “Mina” (international codename: Mitag) which weakened slightly while crossing northern Luzon Monday morning. Graphic image from PAGASA.

there's more:
"Lando" (international codename: Hagibis) will reenter the Philippine Area of Responsibility (PAR) Monday afternoon, as "Mina" moves out of the country, the Philippine Atmospheric Geophysical Astronomical Services Administration (PAGASA) said.

"Mina" pulled "Lando" back to the country in a weather phenomenon known as the "Fujiwara effect" wherein in a stronger storm influences the movement of a weaker storm.

the truth

the truth is, i am with someone. i'm not available. but i'm free.

last saturday, at a group discussion, someone asked, who among you are in a relationship? i was taken aback. i didn't know how to categorically answer the question. i hemmed-hawed*, said yes, then laughed at myself. my friend laughed along with me. the other friend stared, curious about my reaction.

i guess i hurt myself when i fail to acknowledge that i jumped into the pool. i'm not saying the water's all-good or that it's sunny skies. it's not about that.

it's that i jumped. and i'm in.

*the reason i fail to advertise is that it's been a challenged/ challenging relationship. i understand friends who don't fail to worry. thank you for your love. i have talked about it with those who have told/ asked me directly, and i think they have understood me somehow. all i can say is that there's always a little more space in which to widen our understanding. in the meantime, i guess it's called life :D

getting real

the other day i told my counselee that, you know, LIFE SUCKS.

we grinned. there, we both felt much better.

* * *

the other night, we were drinking at Banca (hehe, rather, i was eating at Banca) and there was this emcee who simply had to insert all manner of sexual talk in all his spiels. if the conversation even for one second veered away from the various organs and arrangements, he would steer it back quickly using many many, much too many, words.

then this girl with curly hair stood beside him, and humorously, parried all his jibes, line for line. and sang wonderfully. and looked so non-sexual. and was funny.

oh, i tell you, she was wonderful. go maya! we love you! :D we may not know you but we're rooting for you. hehe.

* * *

you want a strong friendship, says my horoscope.

i finally arrived at this thought late last night. that this was my grief. that i long for male friends. i remembered carebear, and being in the playground with him (haha) and i almost cried. he's the one i can text at 2 am with my truest thought, and it would be funny, and safe, and non-threatening, and mean nothing more (yes, nothing more, or nothing less) than being perfectly wonderfully friends with someone who knows you and cares about you, and finds you funny, and worth it.

and that i have the right to grieve.

i want my male friends! hehe.