Sprinkles From A Scattered Brain

Where do you go to when the well of inspiration has dried up?

I’ve been wracking my brain all day where to get that extra push to do something that I really must do. Everytime i came up empty. It’s a ridiculous, ridiculous thing. Maybe it’s plain sloth, or the heat, or what the hell, the lack of rain.

When a nocturnal animal like me is suddenly thrust into the harsh light of day, things change; and most of the time it’s not for the better.

I was answering this inane quiz in facebook the other day that supposedly finds out how one has changed over 10 years. When I was done, it said that i’ve changed my life by as much as 80%. Such dime novel psychology is usually the cause of most pains. You take a 20-question quiz and you’re ready to decide right there and then that you are what it says you are. Oh well. Cheap thrills.

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Had some strange encounter with a bunch of kids in my trip to the enchanted river of Hinatuan the other weekend. Perhaps to play to my sympathy, these kids, some of them buck naked, shouted that their father and mother are already dead so could I please throw in some coins to the river and they’d dive after it? Of course these are kids and perhaps pictures of coffins with their moms and dads in it would make everyone who heard the story turn to automatons who couldn’t help but dip into their pockets and part with their coins.

I do think that these feelings are already lost with Manila folks who are faced with such depravity every day. You only have to be stranded in a stoplight to be face to face with such immoral want. I still dipped into my pocket though but only after telling them to climb up a tree and jump off from there. I figured that they’ve done these things often enough that they won’t break their necks jumping down. They didn’t. As far as I know.

One of the luxuries of being a kid is that you don’t really care if you’re swimming naked or not. Like the kids in that river. Some of them teased one particular for his, uh, diminutive size saying that he won’t be able to get somebody pregnant. The kid just shrugged the taunting and said ‘ok lang’. Kids.