A very curious day, and all I could remember were the sound of unabashed laughter and a quiet smile.

On a more somber note, I sense turbulence, one that was not generated by me nor would involve me but is nevertheless there, laid out in front of me, and it is taking a downward spiral. I do not like the fact that it has taken on this path and I do not like the fact that those of us who are either bystanders or players are trying to come to terms with this disheartening turn of events.

The only guess I could muster is this is wish-fulfillment in its most bizaare turn. The finger turns on the switch and all that can be said is everything follows.

It is very difficult to maintain the compass when it comes to human relationships because everything intersects and none can claim to mutual exclusivity. I mutter to myself, as long as it doesn't involve me, I will maintain my peace. But when it involves plain inanity, a staggering case of poor (if not lack of) judgment and lack of decency, not to mention those whose hearts and convictions were broken, I will break my silence.

Owing to physiological screamings, I am quieter than usual, though the open mouth may deceive. This week has been dotted with such circumstances, and I have come to harbor the thought that people who don't know any better are overbearing, are full of bs (so full of it they don't realize they're choking in it), and are plain stupid. My mother oftentimes tells me to mind my own business and stick to what's important. But what if these are precisely the things that I deem to be important? That sometimes the line between bystander and player is too blurred for the drawing stick to remap the territories.

Sometimes, it's prudent to step back, take a deep breath, count to ten and tackle the next task. But when it's staring right at your face - like that piece involving two people I know, one on a professional basis, the other on a personal basis - then it's a whole different ballgame.

You are really asking for it.