Of Blocked Air Passages and General Bad Luck

So the past few days have been spent in general misery because of a cold. You know the general progression: from sneezing once while eating dinner out with old friends, to an asshole bug building a blockade of snot inside your sinuses. The situation disintegrates at the point when you can’t breathe from one or two nostrils. (If you had a choice between having a blocked nostril and having blocked nostrils, which would you choose? Personally, having just one blocked annoys me, though having two blocked reduces me to a mouth breather which needless to say, leaves much to be desired.)

To top it all off, your eyes water and your head feels like it has grown to planetary proportions. Your body demands a horizontal position; ironically, you can’t breathe when lying flat. Working through a cold (through your body’s threats of a lie-down strike) is misery with spiked cleats on.

Day 1: Wi-tribe

Day 1: Wi-tribe

The Thrills and Perils of Being Ready for An Undin Attack

So yeah, last Monday I went and turned 28 (I just couldn’t scrape up the time to write though, where does time go anyway?). This year, it was a day well spent in doing absolutely nothing. Well, not really ‘nothing’ since I was making a website while watching TV and inhaling vast amounts of coffee. It was too hot and humid for October, but it was chill and steady in general. I contemplated being a year older again, decided that 28 doesn’t feel like anything special and resumed working.

Like what I said last year, it would have been nicer to get some special effects when you “level up” another year. Cake (ref cake) is nice though, and blowing out the candle on another year spent living is significant if you realize the irony of “snuffing out.” (And like last year, I figuratively watched the sun set with Rem.)

Here’s an abrupt segue: Did you see the Magandang Gabi Bayan Patayin sa Shokot ang Buong Bayan Special? I did, and boy, oh boy. I have to admit – Kabayan Noli’s first few lines gave me the chills. I found the last bit, the one with the little boy and his ‘imaginary friend’ that turned out to be a demon named Golok, especially chilling. (Note to parents: please do not assume that every friend your kid refers to by first name is from something they saw on TV like Barney, Dora and SpongeBob. They might be evil supernatural creatures bent on taking your children to the fiery depths of Hell. Got that? End PSA.)