13 posts tagged “incoherent ranting”
Planning to move back to WordPress... and I've decided to take only the posts with the most personal value to me. This means just the most well-thought out posts and the ones that mark an important point in time in my life will make the cut.
While my primary motivation for dumping Vox is really just because it doesn't want to play nice with the idea of open commenting, I also want a large degree of control over the blog's design. As much as I love Vox's media utilities and quite possibly unlimited storage provisions, I don't like being tied down and settling for "it works just fine the way it is". No. If I can't make it work the way I want to, it doesn't "work just fine".
I'm getting tired.
This blog has been a personal chronicle to what can pretty much be summed up as "my trying to decide who I really am, who I really want to be (hey, sounds like a 30STM song!) and what I really want out of my life" (five jobs, dives into depression, a couple of personal epiphanies, etc). I have found it. Though it goes beyond words, I have affirmed it to a degree worthy of the label of certainty, methinks.
This blog has also been a witness to me during my weak moments, when I could not restrain myself. This blog has recorded the deaths of friends and loved ones who left too soon (just this Tuesday, Eddie Wong, father of my childhood friend Jared, died of a stroke at the age of 53; sometimes I wonder if it's even worth posting at all, for all the bad vibes it stirs up inside). This blog also contains a lot of crap (all blogs do, of course). I want to consciously create things that are of good quality, regardless of medium, and I figure that which I record and organize my thoughts and experiences upon would be a good start.
This blog began with the end of something I loved doing, and it will ironically, albeit fittingly end with the resurrection of that very same thing.
Time to finally start a journey with one true destination in mind, so to speak.
Funny, whenever I start a new phase in my life I also tend to switch blogging services. Hmmm.
My best ideas come to me when I'm out, about, alone, and with a cup of coffee in my hand. Most of the time, though, I'm caught unprepared, as I prefer to travel light without anything that can encumber my movements. So...
So far I'm enjoying my first stress-free week in a very, very long time. I've promised myself that I won't ruminate on anything other than things I can do to enjoy myself; I'll save that stuff for next week.
I want to:
- Get back into art (forcibly, if necessary)
- Watch bad B-movies (like Eight Legged Freaks! So bad, it's good)
- Declutter my room
- Finish all the errands mom wants me to do (some dating back to April of this year... bad Andre! Bad!)
- Sleep all day EVERYDAY! Whoooooo
Oh well... all up for consideration next week. This week I paaaar-taaaay!
Had a checkup done today. My regular HMO thing still isn't in the clear, so I had to head over to one of the nearby clinics. Doc was worried that my symptoms had lasted up to six days now, and ordered an additional blood test. On the other hand, I was worried about his handwriting on my medical certificate, and if the people who are gonna understand anything beyond "To Whom It May Concern".
Decided to just take the blood test tomorrow.
Anyway, Dad just got well today, which is endlessly annoying to me. Mas nauna pang gumaling saken yung hinawahan ko lang ng trangkaso! This is pathetic! I can't believe the immune system of a 40 year old man is better than that of a ruggedly handsome, awesomely sexy 20-year old! How can that be?!
Oh well. At the very least, I hope that my employers will be able to decipher the cryptic, ancient glyphs that my doctor wrote down in my medical certificate. Perhaps they may be credited with the discovery of a long-lost civilization that my physician seems to belong to.
I seriously can't understand it!
Update: Well, I guess I won't have to worry about them not understanding it, cos' when I went there I forgot to take the certificate with me. I'm an idiot. (I've resigned).
Been a lousy week. I caught the flu. Again. Second time in three weeks. I've missed about 9 days of work total because of being sick. I've also had consecutive asthma attacks (just mild ones, though), which is of note since I have not had an asthma attack in a very long time. (I hear that once you've gotten past the flu, you'll be immune to that specific viral strain. I've had the flu lots of times now. How many strains are there?!)
The first time I thought maybe it was just something I caught on the train. Second time, I had a pretty good idea where it came from: during a meeting, I was seated next to a barista who was coughing and just generally trying to stop snot from pouring out her nose. Wonderful.
This sucks. I want to work, but I keep getting sick. Plus, being sick is insanely boring. I hate being stuck in the house!
Well, all that's over. I'm in no mood to write about it; at least not as much as I wanted to anymore.
I've got several job opportunities to consider, one I've already applied for and en route to a second interview for, and another - wherein I know who one of my superiors would be - to think about.
The only wrinkle in everything here is that I've got a wisdom tooth growing out of the top right back (whoo, three adjectives) section of my gums. It's been giving me infections and light fevers, pretty much sapping my energy. I get so tired before lunch is even over! Just walking through a 7-eleven makes me wanna go back to bed and sleep all day.
Gotta find time to head over to the dentist and have that little bugger extracted.
But I'm doing alright, considering all that's been going on. I'm just keeping my eating habits in check and making sure I eat healthful food 90% of the time. That, and a shittonne of vitamins and fruit juice.
It's Saturday and I have to stay at home and rest. Blargh.
To make things worse, the landlord is having some renovations done on the apartment unit below ours, and this sledgehammering and shoveling racket has been going on all day... Grrr.
Oh well, time to read up on digg and some blogs. :3
If last week was marked by going on for days without sleep, this week was branded by the exact opposite. Since Monday, I have slept for 12 hours upwards almost each day.
+ Mon: 12 Hours
+ Tues: 15 Hours
+ Wed: 10 Hours
+ Thu: 13 Hours
Also, the times I spent being awake and doing stuff, I was almost always tired, lethargic, and my energy always got drained pretty quickly. It's this freakin' infection. I mean, I got a throat infection that's been on the verge of going away for the past four weeks already. I've got no colds or fever, I've functioned normally, until this week. All I have is a slightly itchy throat and this sometimes yellow, sometimes white crud on my tongue that's an obvious indicator of bacteria.
Grrr.
Still, I should stay optimistic.
Man, things have been crazy the last four days.
I've been revisiting my old artwork, trying my hand at writing short stories, sleeping close to seventeen hours in one day, drinking different kinds of tea (Green, Oolong, Chamomile), trying (and failing) to finish leftover coffee beans that have stayed in rotation for a little bit too long. I mean, after the novelty wears off, who really wants to drink pepper-flavored coffee on the regular? Seriously.
I also tried to clean my 4-year old keyboard... which was interesting, to say the least. Okay, it was disgusting. Vacuum, Wipeout, Soap and Water. Good riddance, E. Coli.
I was supposed to attend a coffee seminar at Starbucks Waltermart this morning, but I overslept due to a short story that I had to just bang out 'cos it wouldn't let me sleep. It's about a guy who wakes up in an empty room to find that everyone in his city has turned into a zombie (original, I know). But it's the delivery and the context that matter. Plus, I still don't know if I really want zombies or giant, pink, gene-spliced mutant bunny-roaches with lightsaber carrots. I also plan to insert some socio-political commentary somewhere in there about socialized healthcare. It'll be a hit with the kids, I tell ya.
I managed to roll off my bed and give myself a concussion by falling off the floor, so I'd have no choice but to stay awake or die. Then, I headed off to Origin Cafe to do an interview with Ms. Gina Sy, the proprietress. I expected to do a 15-minute interview, but it was so much fun we ended up talking for 90 minutes. After that, I stole a cappuccino and headed off to Glorietta.
Tumaas nanaman ang pamasahe? Kamote. Kamote kayong lahat. Tse. 11 pesos na sa bus, 8 na sa jeep.
Headed over to Starbucks Makeroom to my homies in the coffee industry (what up Jay, K-rissy, Chai; keep pullin' those shots right and we be down) to pick up my stash (a fudge brownie, decaf drip, and a replacement beaker).
Went home, unloaded my digicam and the digital audio recorder. Gonna be workin' on those tomorrow. The interview should be up on coffeerev within the next two weeks; still have to transcribe and edit it, make it available as a podcast, and then there's the new Africa Kitamu coffee beans that I have to review.
I've also come to a realization that not all country music (or similar-sounding genres) has the tendency to inflict temporary retardation and/or loss of cognitive and motor functions. Lately, I've been listening to some Carey Ott, Assembly of Dust, and Neko Case... they blend in well with some of the lighter pop/jazz/bossa songs I've got on one playlist (like Better Than Ezra, Coldplay, Jamie Cullum and Miho Hatori).
I'm also now really seriously thinking of a reload.
The next few days will be fun. Now if I can just get some sleep and not die due to lack thereof.
I live in an apartment building in a small barangay that sits in between Buendia Avenue and Pasay Road, just a 4 minute jeepney ride from the Gil Puyat LRT station. Over the course of a few years of living here, I have come to the conclusion that MERALCO hates my block... and only my block.
Why?
Because every frickin' time the power goes out, it's almost, quite literally JUST MY BLOCK! The block next to us has electricity! The beerhouse with the live band that could never carry a tune has electricity! The annaul 2-month mini-fair ADJACENT to our building has electricity! Even the stinkin' taxi driver food shack that leeches from the power lines has electricity!
But our block?! No. Because MERALCO hates us. I get the feeling when the guys at the plant are getting bored and decide to play "shut down random power grids", they keep on "accidentally" hitting the grid "where that douche who writes about coffee lives".
I swear they just do it out of spite while laughing maniacally. And then they eat donuts and drink beer.
Been a really long time since I've gotten sick. Looks like I got a bug of some sort from the swim trip. Anyway, I've been medicating primarily with fruit enzymes (to boost my immune system), melatonin (to help me sleep), Decolgen (to help me breathe), and Zyrtec (to help with allergies).
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