When you spent the whole morning fighting to go to the grocery, you ran out of energy to make desserts / do anything else afterwards.
I suddenly connected this to common situations
Workers in their commute. Trying to hard to catch a space on the jeepneys, buses and trains
Students fighting to wake up early in the morning
Depressed people fighting to get out of bed and shower
Underpriviledged people fighting to scavenge for something to eat
I got lost all the way to Gaisano Talisay and a fiasco happened with my new phone delivery. Want the juicy details, read on.
Yosh. At 3pm, a game exchange meetup is set at Seaside. I will save money by commuting via jeepney and myBus.
Lost #1: rode 02B. Stopped just about 200-300m from our house then it was about to turn into a corner when I’m supposed to go straight..
Oops. It’s okay. I’ll just ride another one
Attempt #2: rode 03A. Went a little further then turned right. My thoughts were that it will just continue straight and maybe come back in a left corner. Okay. Nope. Nope. Nope. Where am I now. I got off and went right back to the main road. Then walked to the SRP entrance where the myBus station should be.
Attempt #3
MyBus Station. Yes I’m finally here. Whew, I got lost twice. No worries. Keep a positive disposition.
Hopped on the MyBus when it arrived. Daydreamed on the bus. Looked outside and oh no. Cita de Mare. Wait. The bus didn’t stop at seaside. It went further and further from my destination. Panic slowly crept in. Summon courage to talk to stranger now. Errr now. Errr now!!!
The kind stranger told me to get off at gaisano talisay.
Foolish me. I didnt read the bus sign and just assumed all myBus would have a stop at seaside.
There are no taxis in gaisano talisay srp. When I checked grab, omg 200php really? Now I’m pissed.
I asked my bf what to do through chat. I dont know this place. He kept ranting about the other guy from game exchange is still not there and its 30 mins off the agreed time.
My muddled head cant think straight which is why one’s dangerous when they’re angry. Okay screw it. Im gonna walk all the way back. 3.6km is okay right. I can walk 20 mins a km. 20 x 3.6 is only an hour and 30 mins.
A few mins later, he decided to pick me up along the SRP. With his words… naboang naka? Kalayo ana from gaisano to seaside. Mura ka naglakaw sa amo bulacao to seaside!!! Abi nko mag grab ka!
He found me along lantaw.
Moral of the story: I’m an idiot.
Not all myBus stops at Seaside. Look at sign where it’s going.
Look up google on what jeepney to ride to destination
If lost, throw money and hail a taxi or grabcar.
Christmas came early for us Calvin and Hobbes fans. It has been 18 years since the last issue of this wonderful comic strip. I came across a link posted in imgur: Mental Floss Exclusive: Our Interview with Bill Watterson! Is this for real?
This legend is a recluse and has refused interviews for years! And now, by some unknown miracle, someone managed to exchange a few words with him and we get to read it?! Oh boy oh boy oh boy! Pwede mu hilak?
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Hello friends 😦 I’m writing this post because I’m terribly sad for my hedgehog. Something really tragic happened last night and made her lose one of her eyes. I’ll spare the gruesome details here but it was tragic for both my sister and I. It was 10:30 in the evening and the vet’s clinic is closed for the night. We badly want to help her but it’s obviously nothing we could do and we don’t want to make it worse.
This morning, we rushed her to the vet as soon as the clinic was opened. However, the news the doctor gave was one of the worst – there’s nothing he can do about the eye. 😦 I can’t imagine how painful it must be for prickles and I feel really devastated for her. But the vet says she can’t be administered anesthetics since hedgehogs are allergic to them – the risk of her dying is great. So there’s no way to ease the pain for her. He just gave her some antibiotics to treat the infection and hopefully she won’t get sick.
Please get better prickles. Even if you’re now a one-eyed hog, I’ll still love you very much. 😦
The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss
I’m not even half-way through but I could now really tell that this is will be one heck of a great read! Thanks to carebear Ken for lending this precious novel to me. I might buy one for my own after I read it. Mentally adds this to my own hall of fame on books. I love how the author injected philosophies on life on his writing, just like Bill Watterson on his comics Calvin and Hobbes. There are SO many great quotes in this book and here’s a list http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/108424.Patrick_Rothfuss
I’d like to write down my favorites, and the ones that struck me most:
“It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.”
“Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.”
“My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you’re lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.”
Supposedly, you have a thoughtless six-year-old. What harm can he do?
Not much.
Suppose he’s twenty and still thoughtless, how dangerous is he?
Still not much but more than before.
What if you give him a sword?
“A clever, thoughtless person is one of the most terrifying things there is.”
– Abenthy, the main character Kvothe’s teacher told him, when he attempted something foolish that almost took his life
“Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady.” Their lives are already hard enough as it is and it doesn’t hurt to be polite.
Anger can keep you warm at night and wounded pride can spur a man to wonderous things.
Generosity deserves generosity in return. But mostly it felt like the right thing to do, and that reason is enough.
I’ve learned that the best way to stay safe is to make your enemies think you can’t be hurt.
Do you just want to get by? Or do you want to make me proud.
-What Kwothe’s mother said to him when he was complaining about learning meticulously over details
“Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.
First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.
Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.
Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.
Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.”
“There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other is to lend”
After you’ve read the last page and you’re still looking for more.
You head straight to reverie and imagine the endings the way you think it would be, the way want it to be.
You google for other people’s analysis and explanations to see if they interpreted it the same way you did and to check for missed out details.
You search for other books and novels written by that same author.
You have that feeling of delight and giddiness that you would like to savour.
You want become the character, full of inspiration.
Lastly, you go around asking people if they’ve read it and if not, you recommend it to them (sometimes compellingly).
-shiiiichan
Thoughts and Scribbles of Shichan 