Miyerkules ngayon at sa susunod na Lunes na ang eleksyon kaya naman doble kayod ang partido nila dad sa pangangampaniya. Ibig sabihin rin nito ay mas madaming tao ang panay labas pasok sa mansyon.
May mga organizers na nagmamadali, mga designers na papasok ng bungalow na pinapunta naman ni mom para ipakita ang final touches ng aming mga susuotin, mga kasambahay na pinagsisilbihan ang ibang mga pulitikong bisita namin para sa araw na ito.
Everyone's packed with things to do but me.
In times like this, I would never be of help, at least that's what they say. So I believed it. I stuck with it and found peace from staring at their chaos from afar not bothering to offer any help.
I continued to swiftly put colors against the canvas. I'm painting the scene in front of me. Tanaw kasi silang lahat mula rito sa conservatory na tambayan ko. Walang ibang nakakapasok rito kung hindi ako. I want to be the only one taking care of the flowers I sowed myself.
I wouldn't want to bring them out in the open over the possibility of being plucked out by strangers who can only handle their beauty but not their danger.
Nalingat lamang ako mula sa aking sariling pag iisip ay iba na ang naging takbo ng aking ipinipinta. Sa isang banda, the foyer is absolutely heaving with people; a picture you can almost hear. They are holding one celebratory feast only that they celebrate different things.
Itong ginagawa nila ngayon, nakatitiyak ako na hindi naman ito para sa iisang layunin. They for sure are gearing towards the same desire over the benefits, but their celebrations are different from one another dahil sa iba't ibang paraan naman sila nagpapakita ng kasakiman.
Birds of the same feather may flock together, but they still have different wings to flock. They still have different agility and flight patterns. They still have distinct calls to communicate, different nesting habits. They still have different foraging strategies.
They might make it seem like they are all friends in politics, but once things go south for them, their personal agendas will prevail and you can watch them feast over one another's flesh like they all ran out of worms, and their friends-turned-enemies are now the greatest delicacy they crave.
Dad would often say I'm useless, na naninirahan ako sa sariling mundo. But I think he's just trying to distract me from my smart observations because he's scared I might know.
I chuckled at the thought. The elders are always this funny. They shut you up when they are terrified that you might know. Frightened that you might find courage to go against them.
They're like dogs. They bark aggressively, and we usually mistake that as an act of attack when in reality they're just as scared.
Napatingin ako sa baba kung nasaan si Loro P, ang alaga ko'ng 'baby cow' na ngayon ay nakatingin lamang sakin na parang naririnig niya ang nasa isip ko at sinasang ayunan ito kahit wala naman talaga siyang naiintindihan. He's a highland calf who acts like a puppy. Napakurapkurap pa ito ng magtagal pa ang titig ko sakaniya.
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