2018 was all about redirection. Sure, it's a sugarcoated term for failed attempts and rejections, but I spent the past 12 months trying to find the good in the unexpected, the disappointing, and even the downright terrible. Let’s not break the optimism. Even this hell of a year deserves a look-back of some kind, so… here goes. January was hopeful. The proverbial clean slate...
It’s been almost a month since I lost my job. Not exactly the words I wanted to write during the holidays but hey, shit happens. Sometimes on a Wednesday, at approximately 3:30 PM. It seemed like a normal workday, but I should've known a fuckening was about to go down because: 1) things have been pretty weird in the office for the past few weeks...
Reading Mostly essays from The New Yorker (awow, intellectual) because I impulsively bought an annual subscription -- they slashed it to just $6! -- when it popped up on my screen for the nth time yesterday. I guess their retargeting strategy worked, then. (I think I should've subscribed to Medium instead, though.) Oh, and I'm also reading up on the intentional or minimalist...
Reading Haven't been doing much reading lately, but in my free time (mostly when I'm doing my laundry) I'd read Dealing with Difficult Customers. It's practically a required reading for work, so of course it's even harder to enjoy, haha. For recreational purposes though, I'm looking forward to reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed after hearing about it from Tim Ferriss' podcast. Basically, anything that has...
1. I write poems about the things I miss but I don’t want them back. Just moving forward from here on out, but not without a few nostalgic glances at what was. 2. It's dangerously easy to fall in love with ideas. Harder to let go, too. 3. I got so good at being alone; I forgot there are other ways of being....
It's been almost a year since I promised to an Uber driver that I'm never going to work in Manila. I believe the conversation started when he asked me if I was a student. "I just graduated,"I said from the backseat. It was 4 am. I just got off the bus from Manaoag, and I haven't had a decent sleep in days. My graduation ceremony...
I looked forward to living alone but I ended up in a house that's never empty. I'm sharing a cheap condo unit with fifteen strangers. Yeah, fifteen. I wish I was kidding. It's pretty much like a low-budget Pinoy Big Brother. So none of the fancy stuff -- just double-decks, curtain partitions, Orocans, and a poorly-maintained public pool. I miss home, but I...
