Life’s mockery.
Opening salvo of the Ox year effects me with nerve-wracking realizations. Life’s ironies indeed sometimes are incomprehensible..
e.g.
1.) SISTERS don’t just girl talk each other.
Education, age, blood relation and two years of not seeing each other aren’t enough reasons to pacify the impending outburst of pride and anger. I almost had a fist fight with my sister. Fortunately, thanks to the ALMIGHTY! it didn’t happened because her towering height of 5″4′ and me 5″1′ and her military training will surely make my face unrecognizable by my kids. We just simply broke things and threw words painful to ears trying to shock the minority members in the family and grandstand each other showing who’s the better warrior and the most stupid of us. My son declared who’s the winner by saying.. ” Ma, you and tita are just wasting the things in the house “….. I guess, my son just can’t say it bluntly but I knew he meant to say.. Me and her tita are both LOSERS!
Post Script:
Don’t worry, everything has ended well. Blood is thicker than water as always. 
2.) BIG BOYS do cry.
Crying isn’t my forte. I hated crying. I used to cry so easy when I was still with the father of my kids but when he told me.. “I used my tears to gain sympathy.” I tried to stop crying right then and there. I inculcated in my mind that crying will be the last recourse. It’s a symptom of vulnerability. It will just reinforce my weakness. However, the ditch I built ain’t enough to hold the tears flooded on my face as I stepped on plane leaving Philippines again. I often told my kids not to cry when I leave, only when I’ll die.” It’s a shame for big and strong boys to cry,” I added. My kids had tried to refute it but didn’t know how to express the precise words they felt and so they just exclaimed, “Ma, big boys still do cry.!!”
Come to think of it, when I delivered my boys on earth. I remember I only got one prayer on mind. To hear them cry. Crying is essential to newly born infants. It’s the best way to determine baby’s health. Crying signifies strength.. Life!
Why the heck im thinking… crying is for weakling?!
3.) When you fall in love, you actually.. FALLING…. or fooling!
Whatever the right word. Love suits for both. It’s like you disintegrates something in yourself. Giving a part of whatever you personally have. Your principles aren’t that clear anymore. Your personality is somewhat distorted. Your happiness is relied to other person.
Isn’t it scary? but hey! sounds like I’m 18 years old! funny huh!
