Anthology of Snippets

Category: Ramblings

  • Let’s Call it a Year

    Let’s Call it a Year

    Mon, Nov 29. We are at the close of November, and I have decided to call it a year. December will just be a floating period of time, where we take a look at the past and plan for the future.

    I learned to “call it a year” from a friend who basically gave up on 2021, albeit a little bit earlier than I. 2021 has been trying, though in some ways better than 2020, but it is also worse in some ways than 2020.

    I am not excited about 2022 at this point, I just want to relax in December.

    So far, it has been a series of days and months dragging on the floor, fighting the urge to go into the rabbit hole. Fighting to keep one’s head above water should be an Olympic sport that most of us have found ourselves playing, with almost zero experience. I say almost zero, because I seem to find myself in these situations, but still managing to return. I am nowhere close to being an expert at surviving.

    Perhaps we need to keep fighting. Always keep fighting.

    But perhaps, in some instances, it is also okay to take a break.

    And this is me, taking a break.

    I shall sit down on a bench and stare at the world. It does not have to be at the beach – because that is impossible right now – but whatever I can, I will.

    In the great scheme of things, we have but one body, mind, and soul. Unless you decide to sell your soul and others inhabit it…. that’s different…? But we should be able to stop for a while.

    Feel the breeze, close your eyes, and let things be.

    How has your year been so far?

  • Chaos! Mayhem! Aja!

    It is 1:51 p.m., and I start to write here of all places, when I have a 3:00 p.m. deadline. I hate deadlines. All I really want to do is sit at the beach, feel the sand between my toes, and relax — and get paid for it. Because, why not?

    In the middle of a hair pulling episode, I am taking a step back to just breathe. It is chaotic out there. Indeed.

    In the great scheme of things, so many ideas are popping in and out of my head on a daily basis — so much that my dreams involve Dashboard reports, numbers scaling high. And then waking to a reality that is far from the truth.

    Reality currently looks like a sink full of dishes and pots to clean, a laundry basket that is ye high, and clutter everywhere. Toys, lots of toys and mini cars that have caused my untimely fall more than once, and boxes. Yes, littles and their interest in boxes makes me want to cry.

    Please, please… please don’t tell me I am awesome and I am a mom. I can do it.

    I know I can.

    🙂 I know…

    But it isn’t always perfectly lined boxes and clean floors. It takes a lot of effort to maintain everything. As what my friend Paulie once said, “your energy is spread out.” Indeed, my energy is spread out like paint splatters on walls that simply refuse to come off.

    Bah! Another thing to clean up.

    Amidst Peppa Pig’s voice in the background, I suppose this is the way for me to zone out for a while and write what my brain wants to write. To breathe and let the brain do the work for a while on something creative.

    Which reminds me, we have something in the works. Do stay tuned. 😉

  • Sitting in Silence

    Sitting in Silence

    Have you ever just sat in silence and stared at the world?

    I do that frequently. Living in the big city can sometimes drive an island a little bit crazy with all the noise. That is why I sit and stare… a few minutes a day.

    Today, the Cambodians celebrate the Queen Mother’s birthday. If we were at our previous location, we could easily walk to the riverside and watch the fireworks display. If this was pre-COVID time, there would actually be people gathering.

    But this is not that time.

    My neighbors, however, are feeling celebratory. The Cambodians certainly love to drink. Any reason to drink, they will drink. Reminds me sometimes of Filipinos, too. But Filipinos drink to be merry and chill. Cambodians seem to drink to drown — to forget their woes.

    This Filipino can drink on her own. In silence. Pondering and musing about life and existence. This Filipino doesn’t need a crew to drink.

    Lets sit in silence, beer or gin. Whatever. Choose your poison.

    Happy Friday.

  • The future is not fated, it’s created

    The future is not fated, it’s created

    Well, here we go again, attempting another run at a new blog. The previous one, and its stories, have gone down after a severe virus attack took down almost all of our websites.

    But we are lucky to have recovered one of the websites, which is actually a frequently visited website.

    Now, I’d like to cry and fret about the effort I spent on my previous blog, but I think its a little bit too late. Besides, I would like to think that I have matured a little bit since the first one was created. Which brings me to the title, “The future is not fated, it’s created.”

    Indeed, we are all masters of our fate, and of our future. So we simply cannot sit down and just let things happen without having a say, and at least try to dictate the course to reach the future.

    MORE ON THAT LATER. For now, please welcome me again.