Miserable Year

This is really a year of misery.

I tried to improve my private and business situation by an “Ultra C” Philippine plan, which turned out to put me down into this despair because of idiotic acts of a woman, who was going to be my wife. The money she gambled away could’ve used for helping my business.

I am far from being happy with the way the lawyer has been updating me. His updates are not timely and too short with incomplete information. I believe that he only sends me curt messages with his mobile device.

Then came the news of Mother’s death. The last evening of my visiting her (September 22), I fed her and she was looking into my eyes intensely, with all power she still had. Leaving her, I touched her cheek with mine, something I had never done before.

The relationship with Brother is not brotherly at all.

Now, I am alone again, fearing what the future may bring to me.

Yesterday and today, I tried to find the latest copy of “The Economist” in the neighborhood but couldn’t find it at the “Popular” bookstore at Thomson Plaze and two “Seven-Eleven” convenience stores. Instead, I finished “門” two days ago and started “行人” yesterday.

Again, I Hate This Kind of Life

I really need to have any kind of distraction to allow me to turn away from the two serious issues, the estafa case with the lady and my mother’s death.

I was supposed to continue and finish “Race for Empire.” But I have no mood at all to read it and pick up parts relevant to the comfort women issue. What I turned to instead is the familiar “The Economist.”

On the estafa case, I still have to be updated on what happened in a “hearing” with the prosecution office held on September 24. And though receiving condolences for the death of Mother, I am feeling absolutely alone. “The Economist” helps, but for how long?

As it has been, my relationship with Brother is lukewarm, to say the least. It seems that the only person who has ever tried to make it warmer is my former sister-in-law, whom he abandoned to live with a “choreographer,” who seems to have got to know my mother only after her dementia became so progressed.

Mother's Condition (3)

Mother passed away this morning.