And I got it from a quarter of a kilo of supposedly lean pork from the supermarket (the biggest brand in the Philippines).
Why call it lean pork? Why sell it at a higher price? Why is the big guy always winning?
Some days I get so hopeless about the state of affairs in the Philippines, I feel sad about asteroids missing contact with the Earth. I get tired of the bickering of "colors" in social media platforms. I get anxious thinking about all the money that we need to procure to be able to provide a comfortable life to the people who matter to us. I want to throw things out the window out of frustration when bad things happen to good people. And I am mighty scared of death, mine or otherwise. The impermanence of all that we hold in our hands drives me to a tall and indifferent wall behind which my imagination refuses to take me.
Some nights I just want everything to end. I lie wide awake until the wee hours of the morning and I periodically stare at my tiny and not-so-tiny loves, sometimes going in for a sniff-sniff-kiss and one too many light hugs. I thank the Universe for being faithful to me and then I ask that it take back everything that it has given me in one big flash of blinding light. In my selfish opinion, this is the best way to go. We all get to go at the same time. There will be no tomorrow to worry about. No poverty. No famish. No horrible politicians. No special needs children turning into special needs adults whose parents wish they are able to take care of until they, the parents, are 95.
And I do not need to worry about how to dispose the pig fat that has started to smell from inside the plastic container behind the door.
