Exercise writing

If writing is a muscle that needs exercise, then my writing muscle is a lazy flabby thing growing fat on a junk food diet of comedy websites and British tabloids. It occasionally gets up with a grunt to churn out reports, emails, and training documents before slumping back into a sofa, cushions deflating under its

A Conversational One Night Stand one night stand

A few nights ago, I had my first one night stand since college. Most people understand a “one night stand” to be a single night of casual, no-strings attached sex, but there’s a second definition for the term, one that I invented and never really thought to share with anyone until now. Have you ever

Protected: I’m Too Happy to Write (and it’s making...

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Lessons Learned After 13 Years of Personal Blogging

Today, my mom reminded me that it’s been thirteen years since I started my blog on Angelfire. I was ten then and I am twenty-three now, and while blog may have changed URLs and platforms over the years, I never really stopped putting my life on the Internet for all sorts of normal and creepy

An Open Letter to the High School Boys Who...

Dear High School Boys Who Ruined Our L4D Campaign, I’m sure you guys haven’t had much experience playing anything else but Counterstrike and DoTA, but you don’t have to be a video game geek in order to succeed at an L4D campaign. All you need, really, is to be a little bit smart, alert, and

I Have Built a…Shoebox?

Today, I took my first tentative steps towards independence: I sold my financial soul to the gods of Philippine real estate in exchange for a little shoebox I can call my home. People with a superficial knowledge of my life and who I am would probably think I’m crazy for wanting to live on my

Oh, Facebook Memes: 25 Favorite Memories with 25 Different...

ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT I’LL DO THE MEME ALREADY YOU CAN STOP TAGGING ME NOW K? Last night, I started working on the 25 Things About Myself meme everyone’s been doing on Facebook, but halfway through it I started blathering on about Lacanian psychoalanysis, jouissance, neurosis, and hysterical desire. The whole thing sounded like I

First Day at Fashion School

Whenever I get struck by an idea, I become fixated by it until the idea becomes reality – or until a better idea comes along to distract me from the previous idea. Last weekend, I had the idea to enroll in fashion school and today, I did just that. Ever since I started my ukay-ukay

Rules to Staying Sane

A couple of days ago I had it all figured out. I realized that the secret to staying sane to grad school is to simply not care. By “not care” I don’t mean “start being irresponsible.” I will still put my best efforts in whatever I do, but I will not care about the results