Breaking Baaaad.

It is 4:44 in the morning and this marks my 1st breach of my self-declared 21-day blogging challenge. January 14 was unfortunately left unrepresented. But I’ll be having a call with some  DC people later in the morning, and that will have occured by 8:30 in the evening of January 14th on their end. This, therefore, is my measly attempt to recover.

And speaking of Recover, here’s an apt song for the occasion:

Admittedly it’s my 1st time to watch this video even though I’ve had this song on repeat for a full week back when it was released. Kinda reminds me of the visuals of the movie adaptation of Ender’s Game. Ish. Don’t even get me started on how much this reminds me of the music video of The Temper Trap’s Sweet Disposition. Ahhh, great songs and their weird music videos.

Gotta love synth!

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Bonjour!

In an effort to rid my blog of cobwebs, I now write this entry. Come on, give me a break – it’s a weekend! And so I dedicate this video to humanity.

Recapping the week:

As this is a blog with no targeted motive, let me just mention the highlights of the past week. Last weekend, I was browsing through Time’s photos of the week and I came across this passionate, unadulterated photo. So I was like, dang, this viral photo looks like a scene off of a romantic drama! Only it’s real! Then I went on to reading the caption and eventually found out that this was caused by a Canucks-loss-induced riot, which significantly reduces the drama of it all. Sorry, I ain’t big on sports. Phooey.

On an unrelated note, I loved, loved, loved Coco’s speech. A Facebook friend shared this last weekend. Did I say how much I loved, loved, loved this speech? Conan O’ Brien is the bomb, may I just say. I used to be on team Leno primarily because I found his talk show much more humorous, unlike the usual slapstick jokes that Coco would spout nightly. But man, when I decided to click on this link and listen through the whole speech, I now have a newfound admiration for this guy. Cheers to happy drifters!

In other news, I’ve been wasting my time by basking myself in shallow entertainment, care of Petra Mahalimuyak. I gotta hand it to her, the videos she made on DIY makeup, being a beauty queen and getting one-minute abs are incredibly funny. But then she said something that shouldn’t have been said. Then she started to get haters. Then other people came in, perhaps just to share the limelight? I’m just saying. Check out her backlash here. Petra, please move on to making your funny videos once again!

And now we find ourselves here now. Because the rainy season just makes you wanna go emo, as my blog entry from way back, would say. Present me says it makes me hungry! I’m excited to make my own macarons this weekend. May the gods allow food fiasco probability to be zero.

Oh, and just in case you’re wondering what the relevance of the blog entry title is to its contents, ’tis simple really. It doesn’t have any.

Because Beau’s Back to Blogging, B*tches. 😉

Cogito Ergo RANT.

When there is no plausible alternative to physically escape, I write. And with the company of my handy dandy notebook during this vacation stretch, along with the genius invention that is Wi-Fi (oh yeah, fidelity it is! — or felicity might have made more sense. *thinks*), I blog.

Call me exclusive or anti-social if you must, but there ought to be a limit as to the extent with which people stir themselves into other people’s affairs. People ought to get the drift when a moment is intimate, ideally shared only by the people involved, unless aformentioned people explicitly express their intent to include you in that said moment.

Okay, so this world is modern, nay, post-modern if you will, and often those with pure brawn and thick faces have bigger chances to succeed in this dog-eat-dog world. Call me cavalier, but I beg to differ. I sooooo beg to differ.

For reasons of tact and moderate civility, I’d rather not disclose the details that have compelled me to write this entry. Oh, how I long to write about the life of a fictional character with the realist underlyings that delve on my experiences.. Because “I” is becoming so overused in this blog, among other nouns and pronouns that allude to yours truly (There I go again). But won’t that make me seem more self-absorbed, though? Or worse, develop tendencies of Schizophrenia?

Haha. That’s some food for thought. I want to write about soooo many things. But this will be enough for now, I think. I’d rather write again, on a more optimistic note.

Happy (or, at the very least, pseudo-happy) Holidays!

On my way to work…

Ahhh. This title brings me back to when I was in sixth grade and my english teacher, arguably one of the best english teachers I had (can I hear a woot woot for Teacher Chu), would require us to make a paragraph every week beginning with the clause “On my way to school”. Now I’m tempted to make an entire category that will serve as a chronicle to the out-of-ordinary encounters I see on my way to work. Just a thought.

A couple of the most memorable workdays to date on my way to work are as follows:

  • I was aboard the train, jam-packed as usual, dominated by female Homo sapiens as I usually ride on the first cart. A girl was comfortably seated in front of me and was alternately brushing her hair and looking at her face in the mirror. She was using one of those brush thingies with a mirror at the back of it. It really caught my attention because she was sooooo into what she was doing. Out of boredom, I kept track at how many times she brushed her hair and looked at her face in a span of one minute. The number is 8: a total of sixteen actions, alternately brushing her hair and looking at herself. And it wasn’t one of those events you wouldn’t bother to observe. The way she looked at herself in the mirror was so intense – every dent in the way her hair was flowing, every crease in her face, I believe she was able to contemplate on. 8 times. All in a matter of one minute.
  • I was walking toward the train station carrying my favorite bag. It was my favorite bag primarily because it had a lot of pockets where I put my knick knacks in. One of the most vital knick knacks in my life as a 21-year old corporate employee? My MRT Stored Value Card. I always keep it at the side pocket of my bag, and I don’t bother closing the zipper for reasons of convenient access. So I was walking. A jeepney then passes by and one of its passengers holler: “Ate, yung ID mo nahulog”. I walked straight ahead, thinking the guy was just playing a prank on me, or that it was one of his tactics to snatch something from me or whatever. Turns out he was actually helping me out. It was my MRT card. After about 5 seconds, I look back at the path I’ve trodded on and see nothing there. Such fast hands, whoever took my card. I was only able to use it once, so I could’ve used it on more rides. Yes, I know. I’m kuripot, tihik, frugal.
  •  I was feeling dandy as I walked towards the train station yet again. While chewing a dragee of Mentos,  I was strolling happily along my usual path – until i see, on the ground, a squished corpse of a rat. It was almost the size of a cat. And no, I didn’t say that just to make things rhyme. It was actually that huge! It was two-dimensional at that point, to boot. For the record, it wasn’t as cute as Remy from Ratatouille. Not at all. The horrid sight of it made me choke on the Mentos I was chewing. Ugh.

So anyway, on a lighter note, I saw this clip posted by one of my friends on Facebook. Now this is another rat worth blogging about.

I hope to post more of these occurrences on my way to work soon. Just feed me with coffee. Liquefied is better.

Of Airplanes and Stars

And I quote:

“9/11 is why we can’t pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars”.

I’ve encountered this remark on a few of my Facebook friends’ status updates and this never fails to crack me up. When I heard the song, I was on total LSS (last song syndrome) mode. I was cursed with LSS yet again as I browsed over another article on how Hayley Williams and B.O.B. actually haven’t seen each other in person, and yet their collaboration together has made such a huge hit – and an opportunity for people to make a witty spin on the lyrics.

On a lighter note, here’s a link to one of my fave covers on the song, a mashup of Nothin’ on You and Airplanes by Clara and Jason. Got across Clara’s channel, thanks to Michelle Phan’s channel, which I just love, love, love. Everytime she posts a new video, I feel oh-so giddy and excited to watch it. But let me dwell more on that in another blog post.

 

…Because The Rainy Season Just Makes You Wanna Go Emo

It is the 8th of August. I am on my way to meet my college friends, and in typical fashion, I am late. The delay was primarily due to the monstrous rain. For a while there I thought it was going to develop into some sort of natural disaster stanced to eat anyone or anything that’ll get in its way.

In an effort to be received gracefully instead of with angst by my friends, I walk briskly towards the rail transit station. I find myself behind two people with only one umbrella to share. Because of this, their pace is kinda slow, and this gets me annoyed. Let’s admit it people:  It gets to your nerves when you’re in a hurry and you’ve no choice but to slow down because the person or people in front of you are bering such laggards. Gah.

Being in a hurry, I amp up my pace and overtake them. In my head, I smirk as the satisfaction of not being constrained by their slow-mo walking gets the best of me. My conscience, however, eventually catches up and makes me realize that I should have felt even a bit of compassion for them, being that both of them were sharing one mere umbrella amidst the drizzle. I had to have understood the situation. But then again, they seemed to be a couple, so hoorah to them for totally having that spontaneous, romantic moment. I then realize, heck, my initial reaction was totally justifiable. Haha.

For the record, I have nothing against relationships nor is this my attempt to express my hatred towards the world for the existence of couples. This is merely my feeble attempt at spiking humor out of the fact that I am not in one. So life is fair and square in that respect. Erm, did I just say that?