Tales Of The Fencesitter

• Life sucks, and then you die. #
• Why is it always about a girl? Why can't it be about the sun or the moon or the clouds? Gah, I need to sleep. #
• So if love never lasts forever, tell me, what's forever for? Hmm… Hokey. #
• So what's the glory in leaving? Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore? Fark, I'm getting needled to bits by America. #
• How difficult is it for stars to align? I don't really care for things to always be interesting, they just have to fall in their places. #
• Dancing on the edge of despair. Not sure if it's just the frigging mid-life crisis or I'm really falling off my rocker. #

• *soul demmit, soul. Really twitter should have a recall functionality. #
• I don't care for much. I just wanna have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect sould. Radiohead sings for all generations. #
• I think God created employment so that we really have to work hard to enjoy life to the fullest. It's kinda sad. #
• I hate sleeping because I know that when I wake up, I have to go to work. #

• I've been online since 3 this afternoon. My back is killing me. If osteoporosis won't get me, I'm sure lung cancer will. #

RIP Atty. Cynthia Oquendo-Ayon

It’s hard to think of a friend in the past tense. The is and the are now completely overwhelmed with the was and the were.

I lost a friend in the senseless massacre in Maguindanao. That such an atrocity could occur, that it could be perpetrated by humans is beyond me. It is unthinkable, it is unimaginable.

The last time I talked to Cynthia more than a decade ago, I was drunk with caffein and youth and all the idealism that goes along with that stage. I told her some senseless theory about a single hand clapping. I couldn’t get it out of my mind even until now because it was one of those moments when I knew I was making a complete fool of myself. Even then, she had the gift of getting things out of people. She was a natural-born lawyer.

There I go with the past tense again, the was, the had, the then. It’s cruel of this world to suddenly take somebody who, even then, had such a zest for life. Much crueler still because she wasn’t just a nameless entity who had nothing to give.

It’s times like these when you start to question the things that you know. It’s times like these when you wish, albeit in futility, that all tenses are present, and all tenses past is still somewhere in the very distant future.