Showing posts from January, 2010

unScrabbling again

I was playing a lot of scrabble lately but last night (it's 2:58AM) was extraordinary. Yes, very,... in the sense that most of the players I played with were very rude. Over a year ago, I stopped playing because some players would just say things to you that are too offensive. I know you're not supposed to get hurt but if you're not used to such a 'language', your heart would suffer. So I stopped playing but I picked up the game again a week ago, just playing with the one person I know but then he's not always online so naturally, I sought games and played with strangers. Then last night, I played with someone who was way below my rating but there was no one in the room so I had no choice. I beat him the first time, then I said thank you and bye, but he/she challenged me to another game, and then another. S/he beat me one time. On our third game, he said, "You depend too much on bingoes," to which I replied,"Yup!" Then after I beat hi…

death and regrets

Hubby and I just got back from my grandmother's funeral in the village where I was born. We went last Monday on B's motorbike prayerfully hoping that we will be able to get there without too much 'action' or 'drama' along the way. We left at half past 9 and arrived at 12:30PM. Being the careful person that he is, my hubby asks me to walk when we get to a portion of the road that has deep ruts (he calls it Fill-in-the-blanks)or those parts of 75 degrees ascent with loose gravel (more like boulders) :). It was easier going up than coming down. We only fell once on a muddy part of the road going up, but when we came down, the bike skidded a lot of times and I fell majorly three times. No major damage though, just a painful butt, and purple bruises on my legs.

In the Kalanguya tradition, death is not only a time of mourning but of family (clan) reunion as well. Relatives who reside in far areas usually come home to the ancestral home to be with the family and …

tough deal

There is much to say but no words can seem to capture the heaviness in my heart right now, so i'll just babble about my trip down south.

Last December 28, I found out that you can be happy for one person and be heartbroken by that same person at the same time. There is this wedding I went to and I knew beforehand that it would be strange to be seeing the girl marching towards the altar where a 'different' groom is waiting for her. But I never expected that I would react or rather that my lacrimal glands would react the way they did when I heard the bridal march and the congregation was told to rise to welcome the bride. She glided into the hall not with the traditional bridal march but with Shania Twain's From This Moment, and by the second line of the song, I was already wiping tears, not because I was happy but because my heart was breaking for this other guy whom we in the family have always expected to be the one waiting for the bride at the altar. (I learned last …