Rough Groove

I’m getting old!

Well, birthdays are here again and I just feel getting older.

I’m disappointed

A teenage boy approached me while sipping my coffee at a cafe in Robinsons Galleria while waiting for the rains to stop and he placed a folded yellow printed paper on my table. Peeking from the fold, I was just able to read Musika. He uttered “Sir, donation…” I immediately gestured to say no. He uttered something again but it was incomprehensible to me and I again gestured no. Cutting him in his attempts to convince me. Helplessly, he got his paper and left for another table just behind me. And another. He was always refused. I saw him head to the escalator. Disappointed.

I felt guilty with what I did. Maybe this guy was just doing his part in his group’s plans of making a project come true. Maybe it was his way of contributing to a worthy parish cause. But I never bothered to check the folded yellow printed paper put on my table. I never bothered to call him again and learn what he is trying to do. I never bothered even if pangs of guilt crept into me.
I’m disappointed with myself.

At a low point

Affairs of the heart? Not really the best time now. Its quite complicated especially if the other person would just judge you outright. Harder still if that person would just shut the door and would not listen. I want, no, I need to talk to someone. But I don’t have someone to talk to.

Going home?

Nus-a ka uli? Just this morning my sister texted me asking when I will be going home. I was quite amused with the question considering that for the past few days, and which is the current series of my photoblog Binary Silver, I’ve been raring to visit my home province. Is it probably true that mothers have these telepathic connection with their sons (and daughters)? That what state I’m currently in my mother somewhat knows? Or maybe I was just stretching the imagination where in fact she might have seen my blog posting or told about it by my sister?

Anyway, I’m really getting homesick that I went yesterday afternoon to the ticket office of Cebu Pacific at the domestic airport with the gift certificate I have won from the photo contest at hand. I was supposed to save this one for a Manila-CDO-Manila trip for a short vacation in Camiguin together with the amour but really, I’m getting desperate! (I can still get a cheaper roundtrip ticket since I still have my PAL Mabuhay Miles mileage).

Unfortunately, I was told that the ticket office can’t redeem the GF since their satellite office, where I should have gone to, located just a few meters beside it was closed for the weekend. A drawback but I have made a reservation instead and will pick it up within the week.

So, I might be going home after all!

Sad

I’m sad and angry. I didn’t do anything. I want to just drift away. I will.