More dust please

The entire year has been full of intimations of mortality. I guess it is because I am at that age when ascendants have indeed reached the prime of their lives. But death has always been both a sad and happy moment personally - sad for those that were left behind and happy for the soul that is now at peace. The one thing that bothers me is that the "masamang damo" are really the ones left behind. And true to their nature, they manage to wreck havoc in the lives of those who want to remain simple, honest and true. I do not want to be judgmental but it is just too much to bear for those who have vowed to make a difference in this world (And I am not referring to myself!) Just right now, I received an SMS from a person who had devoted her young adult life to the civil service, thinking her contribution would do something good. Well, she wants out now. The domino effect continues...

Hogging the headlines last week was the suicide of the 12 year old girl out of depression produced by the impoverished state her family was living in. She had detailed in her journal how her parents were having a hard time making ends meet. To be so young and to be so despondent! That's how poor we have become. And the greatest tragedy of all is the loss of hope in one so young and innocent. But what incurs my ire is what came after. The mayor of the city where this child lived held a press conference to defend his record in reducing poverty in the area and then exposed that what happened was not exactly a suicide but a murder. Allegedly, the girl had been raped and then killed. Whatever his assertions may be cannot detract from the contents of the diary itself. How I wish that politicians would get to experience a taste of their own medicine. That should shut them up.

The only saving grace so far this month was the movie Stardust, which was thoroughly enjoyable. I'll never forget Robert de Niro's dance sequence in drag! Makes me wish there are male falling stars out there in need of rescuing.

I find that I am still in limbo for things still remain unresolved. I just hope the upcoming holidays will provide the elusive answer.

Yvaine: You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no fits. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.