18 May 2017

Thoughts for an Insomniac

Hello blog, it has been a while. I have been pretty much preoccupied with random thoughts of heroism and grandeur that I forgot to be grounded. Nonetheless, here I am retracing my steps into doing what I love most - writing. Forgive me if you might think I am rusty. I am. You see, it has been a while since I  utilized the full function of my head and I have been merely using it to separate my ears, albeit I try.

When was the last time you got updated huh? And if indeed I did update you, I don't think I have posted anything significant, enough to swallow someone into my black hole. Those were the times eh? Times have changed, I have changed.


I am trying to reconnect with my old friends, I mean those who have been with me since I started my journey of deviating from the norms. I am hoping that IF, and indeed I do reconnect with them, perhaps, I can start finding myself from those pieces.


Yes I am lost. I do not even know where I am heading. It seems that it is not practical anymore to have  a goal for the long term, other than having a goal to survive the day. I am lucky enough to have not lost my sanity and be reduced into some basement with a panic attack. I try not to go there.


For now, let me get through my day and end it with hope, happiness and contentment, knowing that 30 minutes from now is another day to hope, to be happy, and maybe, just maybe, be contented.

08 February 2017

Of Turo-Turos and Carinderias

To relieve myself of my evening ritual of preparing dinner, I checked out one of those turo-turos along Boni Avenue just to peek at what could be dinner. The covered chafing dishes could prove to be a treat or a surprise not intended for the faint of heart.
As manong tindero approached to explain what I should expect behind each covered container, I was wondering if he was cursing me in French or humiliating me in Russian. "Igado, atay, sinampalukan.... and some other foreign sounding viand were my choices.

As I motioned to check if I am about to have an epistaxis, manong opened all the containers masterfully like a magician showing his craft. The food looked either suicidal or in dire need of psychological evaluation. They were screaming for help. Mission failed.
This is the part where I search for KFC Delivery in Safari.

02 June 2016

A Certain Kind of Sadness

The problem with knowing the truth and keeping it to yourself is that the lies and the bullshit you hear seem to irritate you, especially if there is extra and committed effort on the part of other people to make you accept such lies as the truth. 

On the other hand, knowing the truth makes you see things clearly, but it doesn't exempt you from the sadness knowing that there isn't a soul who knows and understands why you feel towards all the lies parading in front of you as the truth. 

There is a certain kind of sadness in the air, and it breaks my heart that I alone can feel it.

11 May 2016

Election 2016

While I am witnessing my friends fighting each other in defense of their presidential bets, watching schoolmates unfriend each other on Facebook and unfollow each otgher on Twitter and Instagram, I chose to take things lightly....