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Tiny House Dreams

As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.

—Henry David Thoreau


“Four score and seven years ago,”—Okay, this isn’t the Gettysburg Address, but it was around seven years ago that I discovered the Tiny House Movement from a Jay Shafer video in YouTube. From that moment on, I was hooked!

I started dreaming of building my own tiny house. Of course, having neither land nor the money to actually do it, it has remained a pipe dream for now. In my research, I’ve looked at a hundred videos on YouTube about what I wanted my tiny house to look like. Recently, I settled on the design. Of course, of the three that I made, none of them is to scale. I never claimed to be a graphic artist or an architect.


But it started with a simple floor plan. As someone who pees a lot in the middle of the night, it’s a pain to walk up and down the stairs. The problem with this layout is the lack of storage and very little closet space, if any at all.


Still, I wanted a minimalist design. Lord knows if this is achievable with my current income. But hey, a girl can dream, right?

Disclaimer: Again, these floor plans are not to scale. I did account for 1 inch for 1 foot substitution (1 in = 1 ft) and the insulation for the borders/walls. But the furniture and appliances are drawn freestyle.




Bedroom, 2:06 a.m.

For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.

—Psalm 91:11 (KJV)


Today at two in the morning, I was sitting up in bed praying in the dark when I heard a thud on the roof. I brushed it off and continued praying. Then I heard noises in the attic. A few minutes later, I felt—rather than saw—a shadow moving outside my window. It entered the bathroom to my right. A chill immediately went up my spine. I kept praying as I could feel it creeping toward me. Suddenly, a glorious warmth spread across my back like a comforting hug. This happened many times before so I know that my guardian angel came to my rescue again. The shadow vanished instantly, chased away by my mighty angel. Feeling relieved, I stretched out on my bed and threw my blanket over me, still praying.

Not long after, I heard my sister whimpering next door. She often said she gets urong, scary nightmares local lore believes are capable of killing people in their sleep. Since I hardly remember having urongs myself, I asked my angel to check on her. He was gone for just five seconds. He didn’t speak to me or anything but I had a distinct feeling that she was okay now. I finally felt at peace as everything settled down. I thanked God and my angel for protecting me. I asked him again to patrol the house and stand guard for further attacks, but everything was quiet now. I finished my nightly prayer and drifted off to sleep.

Three hours later, I was jolted awake by a warm beam of light on my face. I grabbed my cell phone on the nightstand next to my bed. It read 6:35 a.m. I thought it was still too early for me to fully wake up (especially since I slept so late) so I closed my eyes and eventually fell sleep again. All seemed right in the world. That is, until I wake up and face reality again.


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


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
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.


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.


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!