Let’s do away with the usual kuda and go straight at it. I am currently
reading tweets, recaps, and articles about The Good Place, an American television show that I binge-watched this weekend; my favourite piece, so far, is Shawn Adler’s “A Moral Defense of Chidi’s Swoleness: An Ethical Examination of Abs in ‘The Good Place'”;
writing this post and another document that summarizes my notes on non-TGP articles I’ve read recently (e.g. Susan Sontag’s “Against Interpretation” and Gary Bettinson’s “Wong Kar Wai and the Poetics of Hong Kong Cinema”);
listening to the ticking of the clock and the humming of the furnace; I’m already in Sleep Mode so no more music;
thinking about how my weekend went — even though I didn’t leave the house and celebrated Halloween like a typical twenty-something living on This Side of the World, I still think my weekend was well spent;
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It’s been a long day.
I left the house a few minutes before 7:30. My goal was to be at the new work site by 8 am, and according to Google I still had enough wiggle room to get there right on schedule. I was cruising through 118 taking my sweet-ass time when I sensed a bright, white flash — a speeding ticket!
I couldn’t understand why I got flashed. I was only going a little above 60 — definitely under 65 — so, what did I do wrong? Maybe this was a 50 road, I told myself, but I wasn’t even a block away when I saw another flash. Wait — was I ticketed twice? Was there another hidden camera? Why would they set up two speeding flags so close to each other anyway?
Continue reading “Of speeding tickets and music habits”
Magpapaskil ako ng mga litrato bilang pananda sa nagdaang linggo. Maraming mga munting pighati ngunit marami ring munting tagumpay. Natutunan kong kaya ko namang kaligtaan (kahit panandalian) ang pag-inda sa mga problemang wala sa kamay ko ang solusyon. Naging mas maunawain din ako sa ibang tao, at lalo na sarili ko. Matagal ko nang ikinukumpisal ang mga pagkukulang at pagkakamali — panahon na upang patawarin ang sarili. Kaya ngayong gabi, hihinga ako. Magpapahinga ako. Kaya ko ‘to. #
Sinulat ko ‘to kagabi, Biernes. Pero Sabado na. Tapos na ang pahinga. Balik na ulit sa pag-aaral ugh ‘tang ina.
Today at work, I had to phone a supplier and discuss the possible implementation plans for one of our projects. I made a list of all the pertinent details I needed, a brief guide of sorts to ensure that I don’t miss anything important.
When I had all the questions typed out — damn son I panicked!
Continue reading “The Call Conundrum”
Because words are not on my side tonight and because I still owe Eila fourteen facts about myself — here comes the kraken:
Thank you Krishelinda for nominating me. Krishel paints pretty fan art and arki drawings so go check them out!
The rules of the award created by Okoto Enigma are these:
- Put the award logo on your blog.
- List the rules.
- Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
- Mention the creator of the award and provide a link.
- Tell your readers 3 things about yourself.
- Nominate 10 – 20 people.
- Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog.
- Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice with one weird or funny question (specify).
- Share a link to your best post(s).
Instead of three, I will share 14 things about moi:
- I don’t eat meat anymore.
- I have wonky teeth so I wear Invisalign.
- Three homies who changed my life (sort of): Karl Marx, Vladimir Lenin, and Mao Tse Tung
- I love oversized jackets with huge pockets à la Lindsay Weir.
- I don’t separate puti from de-kolor.
- I used to watch a lot of Japanese dramas.
- I love the word “tender.”
- I am super stoked for the World Cup next year.
- I know how to program in Assembly pero medyo lang.
- I prefer this_style over thisStyle.
- I find it weird how blog awards use the term “nominee” but declare no winner.
- Lorde’s Pure Heroine is constant in my top 10.
- I’m waiting for Saga to wrap up before I read the rest of the issues; I stopped at volume 5.
- I’m currently trying to figure out whether “try to relax” is indeed a paradox or not.
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Warren is cute and some nights I undress him in my thoughts. We spend the awkward morning-after in the lunch room while I stand behind him and listen, patiently, to the cappuccino slowly dripping into his mug. He turns around, smiles, and the machine whirs as if begging either of us to break the silence in its stead. But he doesn’t and I don’t, and he goes back to his seat and I go back to staring at his shoulders, broad and brooding, his white shirt pristine unlike the pictures in my head, dirty as if drenched in endometrium sludge like a six-hour old tampon, the bleeding elephant in the room.
Continue reading “Flash Friction”
This girl Nik has a very interesting project: she takes short video clips every day and puts them together in a video collage at the end of each month. She posts the videos on Facebook and I am always low-key impressed with the diary-esque quality of her clips.
But Nik’s life is far more interesting than mine. She swims and snorkels; she watches a throng of hot air balloons as they simultaneously take flight. Even on her off days she records herself playing the ukelele. And meanwhile there’s me, living a life that’s not even half as interesting as watching a plastic bag drift through the wind like an aimless piece of, well, plastic.
Still, I try.
I am aware that this ennui of sorts is such a burgis predicament to have. Surprisingly, however, I have not really chastised myself for taking videos of scenes that are otherwise considered pointless. What is so relevant about my feet as they walk? How does my cooking adobo trigger people’s consciousness?
I guess I’m just as bored as I should be and, thanks to my middle class privileges, I found a way to temporarily escape the routine that my life has become.