flux

the life of a blogger is an open book, the tears, the emotions, the delights, the sense of awe and every bit of tiny trickles are disclosed to ardent readers. but there are bits of fun and perturbations that are held back, simply too personal to share to other people. until now, it's still too painful to talk about my parents or read what i've written about their harrowing passing. despite all the travails and adversities (especially this latest one), like all the great souls made of sterner stuff, i should move on to the next phase of this arduous journey. i just don't want to hear speculations and suppositions. statements such as ano naman ba ang ginawa mo (what have you done?)?, is way too judgmental to utter in my presence. giving me advise on treatments and investigations, unless you have a background in obstetrics and gynaecology or a member of miscarriage association, is not very comforting. neither is talking about brangelina or their projects, or their babies. nah, you can talk about them, their faces are all over the news anyway. with that i rest my piece. time to move on.