So many things happening all at once, and often it’s hard to make head and tails of them.For the most part, while I’m not exactly drifting from day to day (work and Kimiko make sure of that), I feel somewhat at a loss: so much to digest, but the weight on the heart cannot be easily dismissed. The issues that make us question the chances of humanity evolving into something more noble and, well, humane, are difficult to comprehend. It’s a daily struggle to not give up on humanity, what with the reports of rape, the murder of children, violence against the innocent and the helpless.
So I make it a point now to read the Certified Odd reports in the newssites.
The other day, the Red Cross awarded a medal to a parrot who saved a baby: The mother went to bathroom, leaving the baby in the high chair. The parrot squawked and squawked ‘Mama, baby! Mama, baby!’ when it saw the baby choking, and the mother (or maybe it was just a sitter?) rushed to apply the Heimlich maneuver on the baby.
That story made my day and I was all smiles everytime I remembered it.
— I wrote the above paragraphs yesterday, but I had to stop because, well, I had to go back to work and I blog only when there’s a hiatus (however brief).
I was much more cheerful yesterday, because today’s batch of new stories include a member of Hustisya being gunned down (a mom, 37 years old, leaving behind two kids aged 8 and 10); and a supposed top-ranking member of the New People’s Army (NPA) being apprehended in Central Luzon.
The only happy news today is that the murder case against NDFP chief political consultant Prof. Jose Ma. Sison has been, finally and irrevocably, dismissed by the Dutch courts.
I remember writing in an old journal that happiness is such a fickle friend: it seldom visits, and when it does, you’re always afraid that it would leave so soon and sure enough, it does. Pain, in the meantime, is more loyal, and constant in its devotion.
In Facebook.com (yes, I have an account and yes, am not ashamed to admit that I’m addicted to it: I have next to no social life now but thanks to Facebook, I have a virtual one; but I digress) there’s a bunch of quizzes, and one of them went “Who’s the philosopher you’re most similar to?” So I took it and the answer was Nietzsche. I wasn’t surprised at all. Doom and gloom, that’s me. I worry a lot, get saddened by the smallest things, and my grief can fit stadiums and football fields.
The Odds and Ends and Classified Weird segments in the news sites make me smile, though. Gad, the strangest things people do when they’re annoyed as hell. There’s a series of stories about senior citizens making 911 calls complaining that McDonald’s has run out of chicken McNuggets or lemonade; or stopped serving breakfast 5 minutes before it should have (11am).
But mostly I like news about animals like dolphins and koalas being rescued or people doing random acts of kindness for total strangers. That sort of thing makes me think that there might be hope for humanity after all. It’s always a battle between light and dark, good and evil; but apathy always reigns its ugly head and often the balance tips in favor of the dark and evil. Indifference to the plight of others is, I think, the greatest social evil. When we tolerate injustice, when we turn a blind eye to the hunger and poverty of others.
There are days when my head literally buzzes with anger because of the utter stupidity and callousness of fellow passengers on the MRT. There are so many people who couldn’t effing care less when they see pregnant women, women carrying babies, and old folk struggling to keep upright, fighting momentum and gravity as the train shifts to second gear or when it slows down. There are these idiots who pretend they see nothing, or worse, they feign sleep as they sit there and right across them, a person stands helpless against the laws of physics and the limitations imposed by biology.
If looks could kill, I would’ve been a serial killer already.
It’s been a while since I read fiction.
Or rather, since I read fiction meant for adults (not counting the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer which is for teenagers and tweeners).
The last four months I’ve read nothing but books for babies and toddlers, and whenever I get the chance to visit a Booksale branch, I gravitate towards the bins where the children’s books are.
Needless to say, I’ve already spent a small fortune on books for kids; but it’s all worth it because as far as I can tell, Miko likes it when we read to her. It’s a little uncanny to see her sit so still when I read to her, and she actually seems to listen. She turns from my face to look at the page I’m reading, and then back to my face again. Sometimes she tries to take the book, but if it’s too heavy for her (am guilty of reading books to her that are not age appropriate – like the classic Winnie the Pooh stories which I bought, all in one hardbound collection for a mere P450!), she drops on her tummy and I lay the book in front of her and there she’d lie, looking at the drawings.)
I’m on the lookout for a copy of “Where the Wild Things Are” by Maurice Sendak. How frustrating that Powerbooks and Fully Booked don’t sell copies!