* cricket sound/distant neighbor screaming
While my once a week blog posting has become an embarrassment to my once thriving 4 posts a week frequency, I gotta say maintaining a blog can be SO challenging. I mean, I could just write a 300 word piece about stuff and put big images with it, but my personal taste couldn't just stomach the blog-for-blogging's-sake approach.
And so, a sudden idea came to me while I was waging a losing war with the God of Sleep, Morpheus himself, during a particularly zesty day at work. I call it the Preach Corner, and yes, it's going to be all about me trashing, whining, and of course preaching to anything my despicable mind comes up with. To give you a taste of what I'm talking about, here's a debut post of my newest blog venture, Preach Corner:
Eat Clean, Train Dirty
Since becoming a pescetarian 4 months ago, I kinda get what those countless weight loss articles are talking about. When my diet improved (I don't eat excessively anymore, I tamed carbs, eliminated meat, and sworn off burgers and fizzy drinks), weight loss became easy and sustainable.
Makes Me Really Think
But what made me really think and celebrate my essence as a free human being is stumbling upon makesmethink.com. It's about life's curious little maneuvers and how we react to these. These are some of the entries:
Today, my taxi driver waited at the train station with me free of charge, with his headlights pointing in my direction, until my train arrived 10 minutes after we arrived, because in his words, “It’s not safe for a young lady to be standing here at night all alone.”
Today, my dad’s mistress, who my mom and I had never even heard about, showed up at his funeral.
Today, my teacher caught me looking at the scars on my wrists. She bent down next to me and said, “We grow stronger in the places that we’ve been broken.”
Today, I woke up from an afternoon nap on my 88-year-old mom’s couch to find out that while we were both napping together, she passed away peacefully next to me in her sleep.
Incognito Mode on Instagram
I really like Instagram not because of the artsy filters or the easy share/discover buttons. I like it because posting pics in it feels like celebrating freedom, liberty, and artistry. Though I refuse to be one of the 5 types of guys on Instagram:
No one will condemn you for posting beyond the normal number of images in your feed - your contact can always unfollow you without your other friends wondering and snooping around (which is prevalent in FB). If you appreciate the small things in life like the trees, clouds, the sea (and occasionally torso and selfie shots) then you're welcome to spot the leopard.
I have a great team and all, don't get me wrong (we travel twice a month and celebrate birthdays with overflowing food). Not even that bad performance evaluation review could dampen my spirit. I dunno what was happening to me.
What I'm feeling right now is what they call in mental wards as soul stagnation - a symptom so serious that if not treated soon will cause for the annihilation of free speech in the Philippines and the demise of the straight jacket manufacturing industry. I tried to let the feeling pass as I've experienced this before (I think all corporate slaves feel this once in their corporate slave lives). I took a vacation, attended several feeding programs, taught a seal a few tricks, etc, but the feeling lingers. Am I seeing the printer that would regurgitate that dreaded letter? I hope not.
Did you like the Preach Corner?
Did you like the Preach Corner?