The Fat Man Today

It's been a year of many things for me, and while usually an introduction like that carries with it a very strong aura of foreboding (!), this post is one of thankful reminiscing, where we go down the (fairly recent) memory lane of when yours truly was part of the presidential campaign of one Mdme. Leni Robredo.

I spent the end of the week steeped in anger. I was angry because my internet provider was being unsatisfactory. It was affecting my work, and it had the potential to get expensive. So when my ISP - of whom I shall write about in another post - I snapped. And in an effort to lessen the impact of this post, I shall grace it with a picture of my sleeping tomcat. 

 Last week, one of my own personal heroes passed away. Mon Legaspi of Wolfgang, The Dawn, and Kontra was 54 when he went into cardiac arrest. He was in the US at the time, and the news was broken to the general public by his current band, The Dawn, via their social media page.

 The very first song I played on the guitar was from the Eraserheads' third album, Cutterpillow. I remember spending an entire night trying to teach myself the E and A chords on my tiny Lumanog starter guitar. The Jingle songhits I was studying had the picture of Michael Jackson triumphantly raising his arm, undoubtedly taken from his then-recently completed Philippines leg of the HIStory world tour. I was thirteen years old then, and I would begin what would turn out to be a very long love story with music, and it all began with the Philippines' fab four.

 One of the things that you learn early on in life is that hard work will get you places, and that hard work will be everything you need to get ahead in life. Right, so that's complete and utter bullshit. Because honestly, at the end of the day, hard work will get you places, but how far you get to go will depend on your starting point.

The last time I cooked for anybody on a regular basis, I was living on my own in Cagayan de Oro. Back then, I was limited to oatmeal and stuff that usually came from a can.

Today marks the 50th anniversary of when martial law was signed into law by Ferdinand Marcos back in 1972. I don't normally post about these things, but in this age of misinformation, disinformation, and social media, I think it's important to talk about these things again. 

Something I read somewhere recently: stop asking yourself why you're so lazy, and start asking yourself why you need to rest so much. To ape Good Mythical Morning, I decided to talk about that today, because for some reason, I find myself drawn towards rest more often these days, much to my frustration - but maybe I shouldn't be frustrated about having to rest after all. 

This is a work in progress. Story starts after the jump.

As I write this, I had recently just read that former BBM supporters were pushing for the president to resign his position in order to make way for the vice president to take over. Opposition supporters - of which I am a part of, but more on that some other time - are frothing at the bit, preparing their I told you sos and Here it comes, many giddy with anticipation at the shitshow that the government is slowly turning into. 

Queen Elizabeth II passed away today. I don't think I know enough about the British monarchy to be able to say much in terms of a proper tribute to the lady - my girlfriend follows royalty more closely than I ever did - but I think it's important to note that she was probably the longest (and first - don't quote me on that because my parents may have exposed me to Rey Juan Carlos and Reina Sofia before that) monarch that I've ever encountered.

This article originally started out as an article on the illness my dad had last 2016. Then I put it on the back burner for so long, that I forgot it existed. Today, both my parents have passed away, and I can no longer write an article about how it is to recover, as a family, from the ordeals dad went through without looking at it through the lens of more recent events, which I believe is unfair to it because those were a completely different set of emotions and circumstances that are sure to be overshadowed by their passing within the past two years.

Sleeping patterns are not my friend. Just as with everything else, having a regular sleep pattern requires a little bit of discipline, and that can be pretty taxing, considering everything each individual has to work on every day.