It’s totally out of context to talk about museums and history in these daunting times. Of traditional drama and biopics. But when my mind becomes a battlefield of existential pandemic anxiety, I always try to look further and deviate. I try to imagine how the future would look back on this trying time of history – the lockdowns, community quarantine, social distancing, and frontliners. I know were no longer the same people after this.
I am certain that we all agreed to join that major hike to Mt. Mandalagan not only to witness the unfolding of its beauty, but also to seek rest from everything that have been drowning us – work, responsibilities, personal crisis. Despite the fact that not all mountains can promise some fleeing moments of calm and peace, we bet all our aces in hopes that we’d feel a little better.
My other Twitter account has been the recipient of all my outbursts and breakdowns lately. Until last night, Fate asked in our group chat: What time do you sleep these days? A subtle version of […]
You’re going to die. I’m going to die. We’re all going to die. The Battleship movie has been playing on repeat every night. Quarantine has made my non-scifi fan father succumb into the magic of […]
Everything has its timeline. For how long, that we do not know. But rest assured that nothing can last indefinitely. This too will pass. Give it a week or two, believe me, the issue eventually follows a natural death as it gets trampled with another burning issue. So don’t take everything to the heart (most especially if it does not concern you). Learn the art of kebs.
Finally. After ten long years, I am now able to keep my promise of publishing “our story” on a “blog.”. I don’t know how you are right now; our supposed-to-be “reunion” wasn’t able to live up to its intentions. Anyway, I hope this high school prophecy that didn’t make it through our JS prom will bring nostalgia and fun memories of our good high school days. Until then, I hope you’re rich in love, relationships, dreams, and finances.
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How to survive Quarter Life Crisis. I laughed out loud upon reading the title of the book my colleague was seriously reading that afternoon. I was twenty-two back then and had known very little of what was about to happen in my life. But instead of getting offended, she shared how helpful the book was; then she added: You’ll never know when you’ll need one.
I wished I listened to her. I wished I had read that book in advance – because right now, I really need one.
Blogging is no ‘happily-ever-after’ story. Behind the instagrammable posts, creatively-woven stories, duly-curated content, and seemingly perfect lives of bloggers are unfathomable loads of work and stress that aren’t shown on their “My Days”. They won’t talk about how they squeeze their brain juices just to come up with trending posts; how they endure juggling the demands of work, family, and matters that need urgent attention; how they struggle to keep burning the passion of expressing themselves despite the fear of being judged, scrutinized, hated, or for a more millennial term, bashed.
People who keep umbrellas in their bags are weird. This is one of the many crazy things Christine taught me when we were in college. I don’t know where she got that, but that’s one […]
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