Two Points for the Federation

The man without pores whose skin naturally radiates from afar, and no amount of nicotine and tar can tarnish. This person who always greets you with high fives and a smile comparable to those of toothpaste models. He who gives you unsolicited yet wise advice much like an emphatic older brother. His name shall be kept a…

Friday I’m Not in Love

That day went fine until life happened. A little past 5 PM, there was a surge of urgent matters that I had to deal with — like expensive marble slabs and other construction materials possibly being disposed of, big bosses (VVIPs) flying in the next week, etc. All these work related plights were resolved eventually.…

Can Men & Women Be Friends?

Really. It’s one of the age old questions that is sometimes debated on. Some of the men I have asked think that generally speaking for their side, there would be more carnal cravings (if you know what I mean) that would hinder the two sexes to achieve a stable friendship without any malice. Yes, I…

Flickering Thoughts

There are 23 pending posts on my queue right now. Some already have an incoherent structure, while the remaining only have titles. They may not see the light of day if and when I decide to delete them. I am the epitome of the INTP type. To observers, I seem to be always tuning out…

My Personal Philippine Travel Grade is D

Now, I am not one who is an advocate of Philippine tourism but the disappointing result serves as a personal wake up call. With 7,107 islands dispersed on the Pacific Ocean, I would need to sell an arm and a leg, and perhaps a kidney to be able to set foot on at least half of…

The Limbless Monster

A letter of apology I wrote a few hours back… Ugh, I feel so shitty right now that I won’t even bother editing this entry… I’m planning to send it in a few hours… or possibly tomorrow depending on how much courage I can muster. Good luck!

I could write regrets but I will choose to move on.

Ugh.

To the creep responsible for the audible, incessant cat calling: please shut up. I can hear you all the way up here on the 15th floor. Not even the car engines, and blaring horns could filter out those awful sounds you’re making. How many women have you verbally harassed this morning? Your mum must be…

Bookshelf Tour as of January 2015

In a shared bedroom with two of my sisters, I was the curator of all things kitsch, cute and considerably unnecessary. My paraphernalia included both curios and recyclable junk but ever since our big move from the suburbs of Quezon City to a high rise residential condominium in Makati, I’ve had to declutter and adapt to a…

Pretension

Nothing exciting has come up in recent days, or even months. Last Monday, I heard the most pivotal rumor that added more sorrow to my already dismal life. It stunned me as I listened to my friend who was delivering the news. I wanted her to stop but each word acted like a stimulant to…