Bed

Sometimes I never want to leave the comfort of my bed.

The urge is particularly strong in the rainy season, when you're bundled up warmly and you hear the pouring outside and a tiny part of you feels smug and compassionate at the same time for the poor schmucks that had to be outside, and you only get up for bathroom breaks or a cup of hot cocoa or milk tea, and you pop your favorite show in the DVD player or you watch the local news and imagine yourself disconnected from the insane world.

Sigh.

That's for the good times.

For the particularly crappy days, I take a page from the drama queen's handbook and curl up in a ball, wishing I could be invisible.

I sleep, wake up, consider with dreadful certainty that I do not have a future, sleep again, wish for good dreams or escape from recurring nightmares. When I've sufficiently indulged my penchant for histrionics, I drag myself up and proceed to wash away the drama with a long, cold bath.

Catch you later. My bed is too seductive to resist.

Image courtesy of Sergey Ignatenko

...nostalgia

It creeps up on you.

I know, I know, age is just a number, but the way you notice how the gap is to starting to form between your generation and the now....well, it's unsettling. It happens to me sometimes: during the usual commute to work, I see a vacant lot or a new building being constructed, and then I wonder what was there before.

You think that kids nowadays are dressing lousier than ever (and you notice that you don't classify yourself as a "kid" in any context whatsoever).

You get befuddled by all the new technology that's sweeping everyone off their feet.

I had a particularly bad moment when I tuned in to the radio and found a show called "Retro 90's" featuring songs from the Spice Girls and Backstreet Boys. Seriously. Retro?!

And there was a time when I thought that the grown-up world was still very, very far away. 

When did this happen?

Has the present world become really bad or am I just beset by the so-called quarter life crisis?

See,this is why I love books. The characters develop, awful things sometimes happen to them, but there's almost always an ending that wraps up the loose ends. At the end of the story, you have the choice to start over. 

But that's just me, griping. 

(Image credit of Jay Tablante: The Tea After-Party)

The Most Beautiful Boy in the World

Boob Tube Tales, #1

I was a child of the nineties: nineties Manila, to be exact.

Cable was a luxury back then, so we had to make do with reruns of TV shows from the eighties and beyond.

During weekend nights I remember my aunts watching the original Mission Impossible series. We enjoyed Knight Rider--I thought David Hasselhoff the most handsome man in the world ( insert shudder, haha). Those were okay, and my five-year-old mind was properly impressed with KITT.

Our personal favorite, though, was McGyver.

He's the nerdy Chuck Norris--sort of. The basic premise is that McGyver is a special agent who refuses to use guns and instead makes do with whatever's handy, like paperclips and  such. So from episode to another, he defeats the bad guys with tubes, lighters, ice, metal, emergency flares...you get the idea. The parents let us watch him because he's a genius, and a non-violent man to boot! No guns or knives, or blood! Punches are done only when deemed necessary!


Plus one disturbing fact: it's Terrorism 101.

If I knew, I would've taken notes. To illustrate how simple it is to create a fertilizer bomb, he showed me  a McGyver episode. AND IT WAS EFFING ACCURATE. McGyver used the bomb (he was in a farm at the time) to distract some kidnappers. And according to one web result, such a bomb could have a range of 500 feet.

In the same episode, he demonstrated how bike rust and a highway flare could be used to open a locked armored van. He also escaped from a meat freezer using a frozen beef carcass, ice, and a steel tube.If all geeks had enemies, I bet McGyver could show them how to exact revenge in the cheapest, most innocent way possible.

Too bad shows nowadays are not that realistic, like crimes in CSI getting resolved in a matter of days.

Who says the latest is always the coolest?

Hello, World

Hello.

Blogs are such a terrific way to express oneself--perhaps a more literary version of Facebook or Twitter, if you will. You get to be published for free, you  do not have to kill hundreds of trees, people either read you or don't and it won't matter one whit.

Some people blog for  profit, others do it for the voyeuristic aspect, others simply do so because like me, they wanted to write something while they are young enough to remember.

Okay, so what's different about mine?

One thing I like about  blogs is the freedom from censorship. Perhaps I'll write about racy things. Or sexy things. Or boring things that sound interesting.

Maybe.

Welcome, anyways. :-)