I've let the wind blow up a brainstorm
And now I'm wond'ring whether weather like this gets you, too."
because on this page in cyberspace, it's all about me.
so..... i finally decided to visit my blog again.
read the first few posts and found myself feeling nostalgic. well, the contents of the posts made me cry since it appears most of them are about daddy.
but the nostalgia came from the fact that i miss writing. that i have not written anything even remotely non-legal in years. along with the nostalgia came the fear.
i have always found the words. they came so easily to me, whether i was writing a friend, a poem, a story, or even a damned grocery list. but lately i find myself grasping for the right word, and when i do find it, i find myself doubting my spelling.
anybody who's known me for years would tell you i am stickler for correct grammar and spelling. and i am so afraid of losing the words, of not knowing what to say, or worse --- having so much to say and not knowing how to say it.
someone dear to me told me to just try it again. slowly, until it becomes second nature again.
so here i am with my first blog post after almost 7 years.
back from the dead. it really feels like it. and maybe someday, the words will come back, too.
i met angela/chichay who made me feel very plain with her lovely curled hair, manicured and pedicured nails, fancy bag and funky slippers. |
this is ron, who gamely hugged me and took command of my cellphone, taking pictures of me and with me and the other volunteers and campers |
ron, who decided that each shot should be followed by a wacky shot |
this is me and manny, who leaned on my shoulder as soon as i came in, and bong, who kept inviting me out to buy chippy. unfortunately i could not oblige. |
this is bianca, a volunteer who was so happy that the children were so easy to love, and loved so easily and unconditionally in return |
consuelo, who kept asking my name and would reply with a "ha?" and finally said "tina" after a million and a half tries. i felt so privileged she remembered my name. |
i did not quite catch this little girl's name, with such a pretty smile. she has cerebral palsy. |
when the firemen came to give them a shower to beat the heat, she brought out her salbabida. :) |
this is happiness. a shower in the sun. |
that turned into a wet party. |
this is jerry, a boy with cerebral palsy waiting for the water droplets. |
a boy in an ateneo shirt carrying another boy in a st. benilde shirt. :) the teener picked up the little boy because the water couldn't reach him. this, ladies and gentlemen, is happiness. |
again with the wacky shot. |