Sleepless for seven days…and counting

People nowadays think in Facebook status mode and manifest these  bursts of thoughts in sentence fragments and ambiguous one liners. They say things in the shortest possible way, choosing the wittiest possible expression of ideas that are more commonplace than eating vanilla ice cream in a diner at a corner of a street or lodging a complaint to the world about a prick of an office mate that keeps them from their ascent to both social and economic superiority. People seem to wallow and enjoy thoroughly this exercise in triviality. The days of the rhetorician or the writer of lengthy discourses are numbered. Behold the dawning of the age of the impatient writer!

I’m sleepless.

 

On being a model

I do not want readers of this blog to think that I was shanghaied into believing that I can be a model because I clearly know that I am not model-material. However, grant me some benefit of the doubt. This story is for real.

I just finished working out and was on my way home. I usually walk from my gym which is located in a condominium several blocks from the place I am staying on Boni. I was crossing the corner of a street when a Lexus SUV pulled over in front of me. The driver, smiling, excused himself and ask if I have tried modeling before and if I have some sort of a portfolio. I was incredulous and did a mental picture of myself that time — I was wearing a pair of diminutive gym shorts, cotton shirt, and was sweating all over. Assured that I did not look like a prostitute, I smiled back at him and said no. He was with a small boy, his son probably. I thought, any man who’s smart enough (save decent) wouldn’t pick up a prostitute with his son in the car at 6 in the evening in one of Mandaluyong’s busiest streets.

He asked if I wanted to model for a big department store. “This man got to be kidding me!” I said to myself. And serious he was. He gave me his business card (ring card, he called it) and got my number. Then I said I had to be going as I still had tons to read for that semiotics presentation I would be delivering in class the following day.

Me modeling? Come on!

Perfidious thoughts. Yuck.

Advertisement: K I S H sale

Once a year we go on sale and on the 28th till the 30th of January (3 days only) the whole K I S H store will go on sale. You will be surprised at the prices because all the furniture pieces will be 25% off and all the accessories/furnishings will go from 20% to 50%! We are not talking about old stocks here, most of the items are from the December collection. It is the best time to go and visit the store.

Off the sink

I spent the whole afternoon eating anything I found in my room and totally forgetting about a report on semiotics I will be delivering in my master’s class tomorrow. I am wasting precious time, and I am feeling no remorse at all.

I downed all the 30 pastillas de leche, a small suha, and sweet and spicy squid preserve. And what’s more, I am still thinking of going downstairs to buy a 1.5 L of Coke and several bags of chips.

Certainly this life is off to the dark pit of my bathroom sink.

A positive post from a perennially negative man

The sunlight, diffused by my dusty glass windows gives my room a provincial feel, only of course it can’t truly be provincial because EDSA is honking and raging  21 floors below, and the screeching sound of cranes lifting slabs of reinforced  concrete for the two condominiums being built just across the street can still be heard, albeit subdued. Thanks to the insulation my room affords me, I can still enjoy the slight silence of this morning.  Quiet Saturday mornings like now remind me of laid-back mornings in Polomolok when I did not have to force myself to leave the bed and to be woken up by our house help’s guttural, “Gusto nimo mag-kape, Kuya?“.

What happened last night was beyond my comprehension. I was left in my room alone; too tired to run after [this and some succeeding sentences will drop the object of the verb], I opted to just sleep it off and let the next day come up with synthesis of what had happened. I woke up today feeling nothing, the incident eight hours ago remains as enigmatic.

I’ve changed. I guess what differentiates my current self from who I was, say, a year ago is that I expect less from my relationships now. Yes I love still, more passionately by the day, and never shall I feign affection, but when things become as blurry as my window, I keep myself from rushing to wipe it clean right after. Now I let things take their own pace. After all, the dust and hardened grime from the heavy rain of last night are now giving my room a beautiful, rustic glow.

2010 in review: https://johnryanrecabar.wordpress.com

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

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The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. This blog was viewed about 150,000 times in 2010. If it were an exhibit at The Louvre Museum, it would take 6 days for that many people to see it.

In 2010, there were 179 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 569 posts. There were 464 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 59mb. That’s about a picture per day.

The busiest day of the year was February 27th with 1,161 views. The most popular post that day was How to know if she’s carrying a fake Louis Vuitton.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were facebook.com, en.wordpress.com, google.com.ph, WordPress Dashboard, and search.conduit.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for louis vuitton, sadness, manila, cockroach, and karaoke.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

How to know if she’s carrying a fake Louis Vuitton June 2009
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2

Oh sadness! June 2008
30 comments

3

Images February 2009
7 comments

4

Questions from a notebook I bought five months ago: October 2008
10 comments

5

La cucaracha September 2009
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