ϟ A Hot Girl
When a girl is hot and she knows it,
she’ll make sure that you don’t know that she knows
so you’ll think that she thinks about what you think of her
because you think you know that she doesn’t think or know she’s hot.
Moral of the story? Never overuse your words,
much less use them repeatedly in patterns.
It blows people’s minds.
Sort of like how hot girls do it.
ϟ Rainy Days x Jeep Ride
I took a 40-minute jeep ride with a friend from Taytay to the Santolan LRT station in Marikina today. The plastic curtains were down thanks to the rain, which made the atmosphere sticky and humid inside. I’d suppose that the stuffy air contributes to the displeasure of the passengers.
My friend and I decided to kill a bit of time by talking. You know how friends behave around each other - you joke around, poke each other and giggle a lot. So we were having our fun until I noticed this middle aged man beside my friend began giving us expressionless glances each time our volume would ramp up. I found it rather disconcerting.
I decided to ease up a bit but one can only be so quiet in the presence of a buddy who shares your humour. Despite keeping my voice low each time I’d drop a quip, Mr Man wouldn’t stop looking our way. So I became too conscious for comfort. I shut my eyes and tried to sleep. I failed. Perhaps I have yet to master the art of slumber in a jeepney, but that’s a different tale altogether.
Anyway, my sincerest apologies to that fellow. My bud and I were just trying to have a good time and if we interrupted your zen moment (as if jeep-riding is conducive to any form of meditation), we’re sorry. We probably won’t be sharing a jeep ride with you but if ever we do, we’ll keep it down even lower. Just don’t give us the creepy eyes again. Thank you. Have a great life.
ϟ How to Read a Book: A Refresher
For the past three weeks, I’ve been reading this book that isn’t at all difficult to understand. Sentence construction is basic, concepts are simple and frankly, I think I’m a much more exciting writer than the author. It’s hardly 300 pages long and by now, I should be on my way to finishing it.
But I’m not, thanks to my poor self-discipline and short attention span.
Which is why I’m writing this: to help refresh you (myself included) on the basics of how to read a book (mainly analog paperbacks or hardbacks, but the Kindle’s alright) in a universe of distractions, from which you can derive the reading pleasure you deserve.
1 Look for “the one.”
Pick a book that you’re willing to commit to or bust. You’re probably “busy” nowadays so if you’re taking time off of your schedule to read, might as well invest yourself in a book that’s worthy of your definition of escapism. Do your research. Check out reviews. Ask around. Don’t be a dumbass.
2 Find a spot where you can read in peace.
Let me spell it out for you: Truly enjoying a book means getting lost in it. We can compare this to being engrossed in a film inside a theater - you’re so into the movie that it’s become your world for a couple of hours. You forget about everything else - yourself, those beside you,
the annoying brat you “accidentally” food-poisoned and pole-dancing hobos. Everything. It’s just you, the darkness and the big screen.
Because the environment is conducive to the viewing experience, you’re able to focus and lose yourself in the story. The same goes for reading. Say it with me:
Truly enjoying a book means getting lost in it.
Avoid public places. No cafes, no LRT/MRT (don’t even try), no restaurants. Get away from all that. Avoid your fellow human beings. Escape. Perhaps there’s a time during the day or night when nobody’s home. Curl up on a couch or in your bed with your book. Do not sleep. Hopefully, that spot is well-lit. Reading is a personal and private experience so do yourself a favour and disconnect - which brings me to my next point.
3 Lose the (smart)phone, iPod, iPad, laptop/computer and all that crap.
Yeah, I went there. Those things get in the way and you know it. Just imagine: “OMG, this paragraph is like, totally suspenseful! Wait, I gotta take a selfie of my shocked duck-face with the book and post it on Insta-G. Hashtag cray!”
How’s about you Insta-G that face after colliding with my fist.
Go fully offline for a bit. Social media can wait. You’re probably on it 60% of the day, so a couple of hours away from Facebook and Twitter should do you good. Being off-the-grid is liberating. Give your eyes a break from screen radiation. Your Viber buds can wait. Disconnect. Let go. You’ll be fine.
Read in peace and lose yourself. These can only happen after you’ve placed yourself in a tweet-free, notification-free, screen-free and text message-free zone. Focus on the book. You owe it to yourself to have some quality me-time.
If you come across a word you don’t understand, use a real dictionary or thesaurus. Have it with you as you read. For once, don’t just Google it. Sometimes, the old ways are the best.
4 Listen to minimal or no music while reading.
This isn’t as much a non-negotiable as #3 but it’s a potential distraction. If you can’t help not having music, stick to chill instrumentals and keep it down. You may not know it, but listening to lyrics while reading is a bit insane. Think about it. Listening to a set of words being sung while reading a different set of words on paper? It deters your concentration. Save yourself the trouble.
5 After each reading session, space out.
Mull over what you’ve read. Let it sink in. When eating a delectable dish, you don’t just chew then swallow. You’re not a zombie. Have some class. Appreciate the delicacy in your mouth. Savour its taste and mind the components that make up the whole. Think over the changes that the characters are undergoing, the motivations behind their words and actions and how events link to one another. Drown yourself in the ocean of imagery, sounds and philosophies. You will find that all it takes is a little imagination to embark on the most marvellous of adventures.
Well? Go on, then. Get lost. I have a book I need to finish.
PS. I think there should be a more visually appealing term for book lovers than “bookworms.” Slimy.
ϟ Rainy Days x Payong for Others
Farewell, bipolar sunny/humid/sticky season. Hello, bipolar rainy/humid/sticky season. The climate is much like an awkward social situation - finding it difficult to figure out what the appropriate next move would be under the fear of screwing up and embarrassing oneself. However, living in the Philippines hands me no choice but to move on with my life in sunlight, downpour or in both (“May kapreng kinakasal!”).
Speaking of social situations. Often enough, we may find ourselves in circumstances and with thoughts native beneath the rain clouds. Because The National’s pastel drizzle-music has bathed me in a rather pensive and writing mood, I’ll humor you a bit.
Last week, I was about fifty paces away from home when the rain began falling. Staring into space while mentally smacking myself for not bringing an umbrella, I spotted two ladies holding their dainty parasols. What took the cake was the grimace on both their faces. I mean, come on. In the world of umbrella-wealth, they had it good and I was the pauper.
Little did they know of the grander hassle brewing in the form of a debate in the mind of the lanky dude barely a meter away from them.
“Makiki-usap ba ‘ko para maki-payong? ‘Di naman ako mukhang sketchy. Ata.”
"Pero baka ma-judge lang ako.”
”hm. Fine, ‘wag na.”
With a flup of their umbrellas, the ladies made their way across the street, completely unaware of my existence. I ended up waiting it out until the rain fizzled into a drizzle (+5 for wordplay) then headed on home. Three cheers for myself and society.
Maybe I should have gathered the courage to ask. No harm in asking, right? Yeah, sure. But it’s different when you’re already there, in the flesh. Then again, perhaps I’m just the shy type. I’ve got my own issues to deal with. Don’t we all?
But, guys. The next time you find yourself with an umbrella and see someone ill-equipped who happens to be coming your way in the rain, recognise their plight and offer your assistance. Chances are, you won’t be walking together for more than a minute or two so please be a good human being by taking initiative. Clock it in as your good deed of the day. Creep or no creep, you’ll have brightened someone’s day, too. Let’s make the world a better place. For you and for me…
Happy rainy season!
ϟ Friday Night Lite
What better way to spend this Friday night than seeing “Man of Steel?” Since the movie just opened, I’ll spare you the spoilers. I recently read a friend’s post on my feed. His sentiment went along the lines of “Posting spoilers is one of the fastest ways to get unfriended or unfollowed!” in upper case letters, I must add. I’m sure we all understand. hm. Then again, I’m not so sure.
Anyway, everyone in the “Man of Steel” crew deserves applause. Henry Cavill personifies the perfect Superman for this generation - dark, brooding yet charming.
Honestly, I see a lot of myself in him. Throughout the film, I was wondering who did the scoring. Of course, it had to be Hans Zimmer. His artistic touch added volumes to the heroic flares. Didn’t think he could pull off something like this and I was a fool to do so. I don’t mind seeing this film again.
Lesson of the day: Never spend more than a few hours in the mall if you have the appetite of a horse. You will lose money. Guaranteed. In my case, I had no choice. I was half-desperate to see the movie so I had to get there in the afternoon and reserve tickets for an evening screening. Maybe I should’ve gone home, but no thanks to Friday traffic and our asylum-worthy weather, I had to stay put. It was all worth it, though.