first blog: flood

they say the first should be as monumental as the last. i do not know if i shall be able to maintain this site for there are lots of things in my life that i am having a hard time maintaining - like the state of my hair. being said, i shall try my best to devote part of my mafia wars time to write about my day or someone else's day religiously every week (everyday is better but i'll get there).

i write the first blog 3.16 computer time. flood is 3-inches-above-knee deep in obando, my beloved hometown. all the cats are begging to get inside the house. none allowed. the bed is raised by four paluchina chairs which was supposed to be part of an indistinct dining area now drenched in water. i have lived in obando all my life except for a year in makati when i was in grade six and some odd months in makati again while in a live-in relationship that i had ended. the flood has always been an expected yet unwelcomed visitor. every year it rises in june to come uninvited until it drenches everything it can demonically reach. here in obando we swim the murky waters of our intentions. we hold fiestas for the rivers that support us. we play in the cold waters that bathe our towns - the only way to accept such lonesome state.

there is no leaving the hometown. it will always be the beacon where your feet will eventually take you to when you have nowhere else to go.

i often wonder why i cannot leave obando. i know the reason already before i even ask it. at the moment i'm stuck. but not for long.