Okay, let’s talk about loops.
By the way, I planned to go all out and write the sappiest entry in time for Fathers’ Day but relatives bringing lots of dough for some quality good time got in the way of that. So I decided to just be all privy about my paternal love and sent a special card to my dad. It’s been the nth time that we spent Fathers’ Day without my dad actually being here anyway. Instead of wallowing on that sad thought, I decided to talk about something else. Don’t get me wrong, my father is still my hero. No amount of “blogs about fathers” would ever change that.
Okay so, let’s talk about loops.
A loop is defined as a length of line, thread, ribbon, or other thin material that is curved or doubled over making an opening. (Free dictionary, thank you very much.) Although as much as I don’t want to disappoint you, this isn’t the kind of loop I wish to talk about.
For the many weeks that I missed posting an entry in this sad blog, I felt like I was really out of the loop of what was going on in the world. Yes, it’s no exaggeration. It didn’t help that our company went to Baguio for so days as being away from all the Metro Manila crap can really change some perspectives.
For one, a newspaper costs around 40 bucks out there. So instead of shelling out ridiculous amount of pesos when we could get it for free in the office, I opted to stay ignoramus for a while about everything happening below the vast mountains. (LOL Sounds like we were starving ourselves over cans of sardines and tutong rice on our whole time out there, NPA style. It was quite the opposite, as a matter of Baguio-being-so-freakin-hot-during-the-afternoon fact.)
The only real news I got was when Rudy Fernandez died. I was then enjoying a wonderful Baguio morning when one of my colleagues was informed that Daboy passed away. So during those idle Baguio hours, we were all talking about how sad it was that Rudy died after suffering miserably with peri-ampullary cancer.
Not only was the news disheartening but also very alarming since I’ve heard so many people dying of cancer these days. Young and old, male or female. It’s a scary thought.
You probably had too much Daboy tributes to last a lifetime (blame your mothers). Sorry. I just hope he rests in peace now.
Anyway, when we went back to Manila, we were quite surprised with the barrage of news that we missed out. Ces Drilon’s abduction, gas fuel and LPG prices skyrocketing by the minute, the unending food crisis, Judy Ann Santos being threatened for boycott due to her First Philippine Holdings ad and the list goes on.
It’s like our Baguio trip was like a little taste of heaven before we go back and live in hell all over again.
I don’t know about you guys but there’s this growing weariness inside of me that shrieks of hopelessness and desperation. I don’t know where to hang on to for hope anymore. Apparently, the whole country is grieving—whether it’s for losing one of the greatest actors to ever grace Philippine cinema or for the lonely fact that being a third world country is just too much to bear already.
Business and government groups claim that what we experience now is a global problem. Yes, the whole world suffers with us. But it’s still different when other countries can still sleep soundly with blasting air-conditioned units while some of our fellowmen don’t even know if there’s a decent resting place for the night. I hope it’s not somewhere with large tombstones in them.
In times of dire need, people can make use of loops. Like a humongous opening in solid ground. Where people can escape for a while and maybe hope that someday, somehow, there’s a better life on the other side.