Driving lessons last Saturday were okay. But I am dissatisfied with my instructor. He answers my urgent questions on the road with more questions thereby confusing me all the more, and then he scolds me when I get confused while I’m driving. Well, if he didn’t speak as if he was drunk, or if he would have answered my questions directly, then the test drive would have been smoother than how it actually went. But because he was confusing me a lot, I just had to stall in the middle of the country’s widest avenue. Hmph. One time he scolded me for using my diskarte. ‘Wag ko raw munang pairalin diskarte ko. Minutes later I stalled, because I cautioned myself and not used my knee-jerk diskarte. So he scolded me again. Pairalin ko naman ang diskarte ko! Buwisit!

Okay, last Sunday, I visited the wake of my high school classmate’s dad. It was a pleasure to see him again, a couple of months after graduation. We caught up on each other for a while, and then talked about his dad. It’s so sad and infuriating, really. It was such an unnecessary casualty.

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