I have a raket tomorrow. Funny, Mykel (Andrada) and I were just sharing snippets of condescension toward the new Coca-Cola ad, of reification and of beautifully exploiting the prevailing Pinoy value system, when I received an email to cover something for Coca-Cola Bottlers. I am not complaining. God knows I'm not. The Christmas season has done what it does best and rid my wallet of sustenance, and any extra cash is welcome.
That being said, I like 2010 already. I like it better. Sure, 2009 also kicked off with a raket (in Baguio), but all in all, it was a rough year. It bears note to repeat it and not be exhausted when repeating it: 2009 was harsh, and those who would claim otherwise are either lying or are extremely lucky bastards who should be shot dead.
The thing with disasters and global stuff like the recession, sometimes you feel immune to them, view them imperviously on the television, but other times they become way too familiar. When this happens, I ask what Jason Mraz sang: Wasn't you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me?
By way of greeting the v. select few who mattered happy new year, I thanked them, in jest but also partly sincerely, for merely making it to 2010 and not dying. They say you don't know what you have until it's gone? Here I am appreciating it, and defying Buddhism by becoming attached to them, because contrary to rumors, I can appreciate stuff, and I can be grateful.
And so it is. When the year turned over, I was in an elevated part of Baguio that overlooked the city. With one sweeping glance, I was reminded of the luminosity of Baghdad the night US forces attacked it. It was hard picking just one view, because things exploded everywhere, and there was absolutely no pattern to it, nothing whatsoever.
After a few minutes, the whole Baguio was enveloped in a thick cloud of fumes, then clarity, and a glass of wine.
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