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Of Creepy Old Men

August 28, 2016

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

–Dylan Thomas

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As I was sitting in church today, a mentally challenged old man sat next to me. He was creepy and had that old people smell, but other than that, his outfit was not too shabby. His clothes were a little faded but it looked marginally clean. I was alarmed and immediately had my guard up. I could feel the fight-and-flight response acutely.

He would look at me all throughout the sermon. He smiled and laughed every time the pastor said something funny, just like everyone else did. Toward the end of the sermon, I had my eyes closed in prayer. When I opened them, I panicked because the old man was reaching for my hand. Just then, Pastor Jo asked if the people who needed surrender and raised their hands to head up front below the stage. I did not raise my hand, but the old man was creeping me out so I got up and walked to the stage.

After the pray over and closing song, I made my way back to my seat. The old man had disappeared. I felt like he wanted something from me and I failed him. I thought of taking him the church staff in case he needed help, but he seemed to have vanished into thin air. As I made my way out the door, I contemplated on looking for the old man or, at the very least, report him to the church staff or hotel security. I left church with a confused heart instead of it being at peace.

Who was he? Was it Jacer, my best friend who passed away some years ago, trying to communicate to me or was it God teaching me how to be compassionate. I headed home utterly in a daze. Was the old man ever real or was he just a figment of my imagination? More importantly, how the heck did Waterfront allow such a person to wander the second floor of the hotel unsupervised?

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Asthmatique 2.0

“The contraption was necessary because my lungs sucked at being lungs.”

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

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How to lose 3-4 lbs instantly:

1. Get asthma or some other chronic diseases with a sporadic trigger.
2. Eat one of the random triggers, and do not anticipate the consequence.
3. Ignore the chest-tightening and labored breathing. Continue with your day as if you are not fighting for your life with every breath.
4. Cough involuntarily and liberally.
5. Prepare to empty your stomach with multiple fits of projectile vomiting (at least four or more times a day).
6. Do not eat anything at this point, as most of it would eventually be regurgitated on the floor or in the toilet.
7. Get off work early and go home as soon as you can. It’s not like you can function effectively and be productive anyway.
8. Stay in bed for the rest of the day, since lifting even a finger hurts too darn much. Each shallow breath feels like contractions of a woman close to giving birth.
9. If at all possible, get some sleep before the masseuse arrives.
10. During and after the two-hour-long and rather painful massage, which was punctuated by tug-of-wars and acid reflux every five or so minutes, try relax as much as possible.
11. Then take some antinausea, anti-asthma, antihistamine, and decongestants immediately. Throw in an Advil or two for good measure.
12. Try to sleep off the pain. From all the meds you’ve taken, hopefully it won’t be long before you get knocked out.
13. Wake up every two hours from either cough or heartburn.
14. As soon as the fever breaks, get to the weighing scale and prepare to be
astonished.
15. Finally, after little to no food within the last 12-24 hours, be amazed at seeing a drop of your weight to almost 5 pounds.

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I woke up yesterday morning weighing 120.4 lbs, but by the time I went to bed, I only weighed 117.6 lbs. When I woke up this morning, I was lighter at 116.2 lbs. This is not good.

(Disclaimer: Asthma is not contagious, but it helps if you are born with the condition, especially if it was passed down two generations of your family tree.)

Home Is Where the Heart Is

“Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.”

—Oliver Wendell Holmes

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Home is where you make funny faces at each other at the dinner table.

Home is where epic pillow fights were won and lost.

Home is where you laugh so hard, snot comes out of your nose.

Home is where the memories will stay, even if the wood splinters and the walls fade away.

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Jaded Journal #2

Rain, feel it on my finger tips
Hear it on my window pane
Your love’s coming down like
Rain, wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Your love’s coming down like rain

—Madonna, “Rain”

She was almost finished with her laundry when rain started pouring down hard. After hanging up her clothes to dry under an awning, a sudden thought struck her. She hadn’t played in the rain in a long time.

As soon as the rain hit her head and cascaded down her body, she felt oddly free. She hadn’t feel this free in such a long time. The shock of the cold water melted all her cares and woes away. Although she usually cannot stand cold temperature, the frigid water felt rejuvenating. For a brief moment, she understood what it was like to live as a nomad and be at one with nature. As her clothes got soaked and pools started forming around her feet, she giggled like a child.

But not long after, tears started trickling down her face. It became one with the raindrops flowing over her body. Soon, salty tears were running down in torrents, slopping wetly as they hit the pavement. For some time, she stood in the rain; hot tears and cold water, merging, dancing, and trailing down her face and torso until she felt nicely numb. She could feel her emotions ebbing away, like sand slipping through the hourglass of her life.

She raised her head up to the dark heavy clouds. With one last shiver, she whispered his name in air, undaunted by the raindrops pelting her face. Then she slowly made her way back to the house to get out of her soaking wet clothes. The cleansing of her soul was over. It was time to face reality once more.

Movie Review: Guardians of the Galaxy

Bedroom, Aug. 13, 2014

So okay, I’m a huge Marvel aficionado and I’m sure fanboys will castrate me for this but here goes.. GotG is not worth the free tickets we watched it with!

First gripe, while I honestly believe that Chris Pratt is genuinely hilarious, the number of laughs on this film is few and far in between. My one conservative chuckle was only limited to the Kevin Bacon reference.

Second, each principal character’s life story is condensed into 1 or 2 spoken sentences and inserted so incongruently with the present story arc it ultimately left any smart viewer detached instead of empathetic toward the character. Apart from Starlord’s past, no other character background was brought to the screen. My 2-cent’s worth: best stick to the classic flashback montage.

Third, CGI is top notch as per usual Marvel fanfare – although we watched it on old-school 2D only – but a little less creative with the aliens, which apparently only comes in 3 1/2 skin colors: red, blue, green & ambiguous gray?!

True. I may not have enough GotG background as a solid basis for this review but I’ve always held a higher standard for movies, especially Marvel films ever since Iron Man, which was all too lovingly re-affirmed with Avengers.

Oh, but I do think this movie has one redeeming aspect to it: the awesome 80’s soundtrack!

Now, before I get banned for life from any Comic Con appearance in the future, please project your nerd-rage to the director of this empty shell of a box-office hit. He’s got money to burn and may issue a refund. Good luck!

A Writer’s Block

Bedroom, Mandaue, June 12, 2011

Wish I could write again.

I wish words would flow freely from my mind down to my fingertips some kind of fierce that the keyboard will begrudgingly conk out for receiving much abuse.

But alas, my brain is running on empty.

Thoughts skirt to and fro across my subconscious so frighteningly fast that I cannot grasp even one single coherent idea with even the most relentless of my endeavors.

I feel empty.

Devoid of all the fire and enthusiasm of my youth. My used-to-be prolific mind and emotions adrift in seemingly everlasting Writer’s Block.

My creativity has been reduced from a gushing waterfall to a trickle of a dying fountain. How I long for the glory days. To get the creative juices gloriously flowing again. As always, Life gets in the way.

Work sustains a way of life, puts money on the pocket and food in the belly. But Creativity frees the soul.

The best cure for Writer’s Block is nothing at all…

Linguini Alfredo with Pesto Sauce Recipe

Kitchen, Mandaue, May 30, 2011

Ingredients:

1 medium garlic, minced

1 medium onion, minced

1/2 kg linguini pasta

1/4 kg ground pork

1 can Campbell’s cream of mushroom soup

1 can evaporated milk

1 carton Eden quickmelt cheese, grated

2 small cartons Nestle cream (or substitute 2 packs Del Monte Carbonara sauce)

1 pack Pesto sauce

Directions:

1. Cook linguini in boiling water with salt for 10-15 minutes, drain and set aside.

2. Sautee onion and garlic in medium heat until translucent.

3. Add ground pork until cooked.

4. Pour in mushroom soup, carbonara sauce or nestle cream, evaporated milk and stir.

5. Sprinkle half of grated cheese and add pesto sauce.

7. Lower heat to simmer. Add cooked linguini and mix well.

8. Remove wok from fire and sprinkle remaining grated cheese on top. Serve hot.

5 per serving.


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This recipe was discovered almost by accident. I was determined to make pasta carbonara for my Dad’s birthday, May 31st. I was going through my grocery list only to find out that the mall has run out of Del Monte Carbonara sauce.

So I picked up 2 cartons of Nestle Cream and a pack of Pesto Sauce. I had qualms about the taste of pesto since I’ve never really tried it before and I’m not much of a cook. But at the last minute, I closed my eyes and threw in the pesto sauce. Lo and behold! my humble pasta dish was born.

Bon Appetit!