(Very) Late bloomer

For the very first time yesterday, I experienced an honest-to-goodness massage. It was courtesy of a massage clinic that employs the blind. I've been feeling stiff on my neck and shoulders over the past few weeks, and I thought a few hand strokes would bail me out of such a terrible discomfort. Being on a tight budget, I knew right away where to go. It is a humble massage clinic, so bare with just a few plastic chairs and a couple of tiny wall-partitioned rooms with a bed in each of them. A small reception area of sorts can be found near the entrance. People who visit can choose among the following rates and services: ·   Php100 for Upper Body (Back, Head, and Arms for thirty minutes, sitting position) ·   Php100 for Lower Body (Waist, Hips, and Legs for thirty minutes, sitting position) ·   Php160 for Whole Body (For one hour, sitting position) ·   Php250 Rejuvenating Whole Body (For one hour and twenty minutes, lying position) I chose the f...

No pun intended. I'm just stating a matter of fact. Back in the days of Topia Philippines, the expression Everything is a farce was born. It was quite easy to nod in agreement as people were expected to do something out of nothing through lulls at work. A lot of times I had been unreceptive, but I had no choice but to join all the hullabaloo. With all due respect to everyone, all the farce had fun, bittersweet moments in it too. Suffice it to say that I have moved on. I am now in a place where farce is an alien. Farce does not live here. If one has no more work to do, there is no need to feel guilty. Until when? I cannot tell. For now, I have to unlearn being farcical. This post shows just that.