Tag: Random

What is Your Blood’s Worth?

On the morning of Holy Friday, we parked our car in front of a vulcanizing shop to get both our front tires changed to gear up for a 2-hour drive. I was  inside the car browsing through my news feed when a group of shirtless men hitting their bleeding backs, passed by. It was amusing and not at the same time. I have seen this pilgrim every year on TV, newspapers and social media so there’s nothing new to this except that this time, I was amused to see this with my very own eyes. Continue reading “What is Your Blood’s Worth?”

Finding Odd Things While Searching for Inspiration

I was at my lowest yesterday. I couldn’t understand myself. I was so demotivated at work. I was lazy and I didn’t want do anything. I was analyzing what the problem is. My bosses are good and we have an amazing team in the department. The company is good. The people in the island treats me well. So whats wrong? Maybe I am just burned out or over worked. Maybe, I  need a break. Continue reading “Finding Odd Things While Searching for Inspiration”

Mga Kaganapan at Mala Exorcism na Hilot

Andaming ganap sa buhay ko. Kape sa umaga, kape bago magtanghali, kape matapos mananghalian, kape bago magmeryenda, kape ulit ang meryenda. Sa sobrang dami ng kaganapan sa buhay ko, kape na lang ang nasa utak ko. Nasaan na ang paghihirap ko nung Oktubre na halos maipasok ako sa Coffee-holics Anonymous para lang maiwasan ang pagkakape? Pero heto na naman ako.
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Can Tissue Paper Save the Human Race?

I took my stock of tissue paper from our store room, a plastic with 10 rolls in it. As I was walking my way to my room, I saw two guys walking towards me. I thought, what would happen if I smash this plastic of tissue rolls on their heads? Would it hurt? I imagined a scenario where I’m in trouble and I can use the plastic of tissue rolls as self defense. I guess it could save me, buy me time to run away from the suspect. Continue reading “Can Tissue Paper Save the Human Race?”

Lucy and Flappy Bird

It was around six in the evening and we were driving along the North Luzon Express Way when a series of Dashboard Confessional played on the radio. The sun was almost setting. The fields were so green; the grains waiting to be harvested gave a golden touch to the greenery. The silhouette of the mountain ranges, dark grey, almost black and the clouds, puffy, painted with different shades of blue, orange, grey and pink. I rolled down the car window and let the warm afternoon breeze touch my face. Continue reading “Lucy and Flappy Bird”