In a Race that Matters

The year 2010 has been a dizzying year for us. The first quarter saw us pinned in the middle of some imbroglios beyond our doing, and which I now understand, just tested not only our character but our mettle as well to fight for our right. This was the time I stretched to its limit the icky-looking mound under my cranium, writing legal complaints, pleadings and counter-argument as if I were a lawyer. (I could have been. I intended to be one after I breezed through highschool.) I brooded over the lies of the other camp and delved into pscho-analytical escapades, studying our opponents’ motives, and strategies, legal counter-assaults and repercussions. My brains almost cracked, but I was surprised by the vast of insights I could extract from my analytical sprees, never mind if I oftentimes found myself having recurrent head-aches afterwards. The psyche indeed releases tremendous power; it just makes me cringe how it can be used for evil purposes. The succeeding quarters had been equ

Our trip to Islos Bonitos was a relaxing experience. Hubby and I were able to unwind and rest our weary minds far, far away from the grinding heat , pressures and tension of rat race living in the metropolis. Oh, how it felt good to breathe fresh air, how soothing was the cool and musty sea breeze enveloping our jetlagged bods, how invigorating were the nutritious and sumptuous meals we all feasted on. Indeed, life on this side of the globe is a far cry from the topsy-turvy jungle of Manila. Its rustic charms and unrelenting beckons seem too hard to resist now. And what of the chima-chima ? The kids could not have enough of the food. Yummy treats for the gastro-adventurists abound. Grind, grind, grind. Our tummies never stopped chomping. The kids frolicked in the pristine waters for two days and marvelled at colourful corals, sea urchins and starfish aboard Tito’s ever-reliable boat. At night, Kuya belted his trademark videoke pieces –“Don-don, Beat it, Complicated” while t