As I sat slumped on the area rug of my living room with Walt and Rolli having lunch (I asked them to buy me rice, daing na bangus, bananas and Imodium because I was having a REALLY nasty diarrhea), we started talking about a motley of stuff. Rolli started playing Boy Abunda and when he called me Kris, I pretended to plunge the slicing knife down my rib cage and did the whole world a huge favor of ridding it of Kris. Anyway...Doing his uncanny impersonation of Boy and his Mahiwagang Salamin, he asked me, out of the blue, "Ben..kunwari, XXX (my ex's name) asked you na magbalikan kayo, what will you say? Nandito sya ngayon sa loob ng mahiwagang salamin..." I pretended to be grabbing the imaginary hand mirror, stared at it blankly, and then threw it on the floor and stomped on it intensely, until all imaginary shards of imaginary broken glass were imaginarily pulverized into imaginary powdered glass...and then said, "Next question Kuya Boy..."
I don't see the logic in balikan blues: it's tasteless, it's tacky, and it takes a lot of effort to put fragments back together into an almost-unfractured whole. It's always best to start anew. And although I can almost predict that a whole lot of you reading this will have differing opinions, I still don't buy the cliché "Love is sweeter the second time around".
As I've posted in an earlier blog, basura is basura. It's perfectly alright and acceptable to look at it again, but never to pick it up once more...it's already dirty. Now, my version of all that would be a totally gross interpretation: It's like throwing up. After a period of not feeling good, you vomit...and then it makes you feel so much better. So, even if you already feel better now, don't swallow it back.
I rest my case.
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