i only have derision for my kababayan whenever they make a show of claiming that it is winter they really enjoy here in the Big Apple. putang ina nila.
for a people raised under the glorious equatorial sun, how in the world can any true blue Pinoy ever say this. hanggang dito ba sa 'Tate, bitbit-bitbit pa rin itong hinayupak na colonial mentality na ire. feeling puti ang mga pangong ilong na mga lecheng kababayan na ito. parang ayoko nang maging Pinoy ha. charing lang.
pero having said that, mayroon talagang particular charm na naidudulot ang winter ha. i just got back from quite a satisfying vacation sa Maynila. and yes, yes, yes, I got totally depressed even with just the idea of getting back here.
bakit naman kasi ipinanganak akong dukha at kailangan ko pang magpakapukpuk dito sa New York. anyway, ibang posting na naman iyan.
saan na ba tayo? okey, i just got back from this long vacation sa Maynila and when I got back here, it was all so apparent and patent. there is a certain clarity that winter ushers in.
i mean, the quality of light (iyan kung hindi overcast at gloomy ang araw ha!) is just blindingly clear.
maybe it's because kasi wala nang mga dahon ang mga halaman at nakikita mo na ang lahat-lahat. but really the slant of light (thank you Ms. Dickinson for that magical phrase!) during the cold months is eerily piercing and hauls out of the shadows stuff, internal and all, that one has really been patiently stashing for the past months for whatever reasons, known or otherwise.
alam ko, kabaligtaran ito sa mga obserbasyon ng halos lahat na nababasa ko. i know i'm tempted to say that my idiosyncratic observation is one of those you-have-to-be-here-to-understand-it moments. but this is a cop-out of course.
i'll probably make more sense of this claim in my next postings. maybe lang. alam ko kasi sarili ko, may pagkatamad din. ay sori, hindi pala. tamad talaga.