I wish I could write something intelligent and classy about the very recent flooding in Manila –was it just days ago? my days have kinda blurred into each other–but I can’t. Either I’m too jaded or I’m too tired, and I am sorry that I don’t have it in me. I’m sorry, too, for the people who lost loved ones and homes in one weekend.
John Francis, I don’t know how to contact you anymore, but when you finally get the space and the time, please let me know how you are. You are the one I am most worried about, as I am under the impression that your neighborhood was among the harder-hit. (But Lenor just told me on YM she has heard from you, so I feel better now. I wish I lived closer so I could help you guys with the putik. That’s what going to the gym is for; to provide muscle when needed.)
I wish I could say that all this were a part of some grander plan, but, alas, in my exhaustion, even I find that difficult to believe.
It is true, however unfortunate, that sometimes bad things happen to good people. Bangon, Pinoy.
