An all too familiar scene from one who has grown to walking up and down, up again, down again and across and around this ...uh..sorry for the words..."too adorned but yet neglected" SEsSiOn RoaD.
It has been my solace for the past months. It's a place of irony, you know. Like when I want to be alone, I just resort to strolling up and down this Road that's filled with so many students, workers, street hawkers..yes.. Kinda like a perfect crowded place to relish being alone and think.
Well, putting aside the fact that you get to go home with a really sooty nose afterwards, the familiar lights, vendor's faces, and establishments...add up to the realization that.. no matter how you want to be with a group... you're still alone ...
i just miss my son. (Nye...) Yeah I know.. it's an off-tangent issue. But it is slightly congruous.. because it seems that a part of me is missing now that my son is not with me. I couldn't really complain because I know he's having a really good time in Sagada with his grandparents and of course, his dad.
It's the growing complexities of life and choices that I've made that make me think twice before complaining and ...instead swallow my anxieties and gulp down those silent tears of longing to feel those small arms (and stubby legs!!!) crunched up and cuddled close to my chest each night, those gay peals of laughter and a pair of eyes that light up at the sight of me at the door after a day's feakin crazy mingling at school ( yeah, school of hard-knockin' grade conscious hell of a thing called law school).... You know how you feel like carrying the weight of the world on your back with all the things to worry about but ...at the sight of your son jumping up and eager to be carried...(sigh!).. all your freaking cares melt away like rain.
Well, I want them to feel that kind of blessing with such a child who brings joy of angelic proportions no matter how devilish his tantrums get at times 
