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@krispykriminal
Did I know her only for so short a time? Strange, how a moment of existence can cut so deeply into our being that while ages pass unnoticed, a brief love can structure and define the very topology of our consciousness ever after.
— Steven L. Peck, A Short Stay in Hell
“bits to use in everyday conversations”
A Short Stay in Hell
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World Heritage Post
To: Donald J. Trump
Fuck you very much.
I don't even live in the US but you've managed to make my life and billions of others' more difficult.
I didn't sign up to be affected by your country's tariffs. Then there's your support on genocide.
And here we are. Fucking problems with oil. If only it's just the US of A that will feel all this bullshittery. Now even the eggs that I buy will cost more just because of logistics.
Fuck you, Donald Trump. Fuck You.
Rush
What makes you feel alive?
I discovered I like to ask myself this from time to time. No reason other than being bored. I don't really remember all of my answers but I do know that it changes a lot.
A coworker of mine and I were having a conversation earlier. Maybe some of the thoughts from the chat clung too much and I can't quite figure out what I was feeling. Suddenly I felt my eyes dilate and my heart race. There was this familiar feeling I haven't had in a while. The rush of life.
I was back in the saddle-- sweating, under the heat of the gentle early sun. It was 5:45am, some 30 minutes since I left the office to go home. Call me crazy but I enjoyed having an imaginary bike race on my way home. I was always trying to beat my personal bests. I didn't have a Garmin back then but I made sure to track how long I was out on the road. My watch stops when I get to the Mini Stop some close distance to where I used to live. I always buy 2 bottles of Cerveza Negra and watch my body let out some steam. I thought I'd only see those in cartoons but turns out it's very real. You just have to pedal for 16km in under 30 minutes. Hearing that now while I type all this made me feel that 32kph is slow so I made a quick Google search.
No, 32 kph (approx. 20 mph) is not considered slow for a bike; in fact, for a sustained average speed on flat terrain, it is considered quite fast, often representing the threshold for trained or "advanced" recreational cyclists. Here is a breakdown of speed categories based on typical riding: - Casual/Beginner: 15–20 kph (9–12 mph) - Regular/Fitness Cyclist: 22–28 kph (13–17 mph) - Trained/Fast Road Cyclist: 28–35 kph (17–22 mph) - Competitive/Racer: 35–40+ kph (22-25+ mph)
Yeah. I just found out today why I felt so alive back in those years when I commuted by bike. I don't think I'd do it again. I'm too old for that and I love the life that I have now.
The death of a family member is something that I’ve wanted to prepare for. Spend meaningful days being happy, easing your loved one into the big sleep, uncovering secrets before their passing while also sharing your secrets with them.
I wasn’t able to do those. My dad was barely functioning after his fourth stroke. He didn’t know who we were, he just had habits to go by. Walking around the village, asking for cigarettes by gesturing pinched fingers. This went on for about 4 years.
He had his fifth one this January. I’m not going to play the good guy here by telling everyone that I did everything. I didn’t. I couldn’t. I didn’t have the emotional and financial capacity to. Our relationship has soured even when he still had semblance. I was angry at him for not being the ideal end-game dad. Before long, I couldn’t even communicate how I hated some of his life decisions. I thought it was unfair for us, his family.
There are obviously some regrets. Before his last breath, I told him that he did a good job raising us. He left us with a lot of financial problems. Problems that also led to the growing estrangement between members of the family. But that’s really just it. I’ve always been grateful for all the lessons that he gave us. He always reminded us on how to be a better person. He lived a life free of lies, and a life filled with lust for life itself and knowledge.
I know I promised in a previous post that I’ll make a guide on how to navigate a medical emergency. I didn’t specify that it’s for broke people. So here’s your heads up that it is for broke people.
We couldn’t even afford to bring him to a semi-private room. My mother was not around, my sister wasn’t understanding, and my little brother was still green and didn’t know better.
Depending on where you are and the number of people in your family, the chaos could be bearable.
Always have the number of your baranggay and local hospital, this gives you access to an ambulance.
An ambulance going to the hospital may not always be the best solution
While out there panicking, if you are the most reliable person in the family, try to get a second person for support. Things could be unbearable when everyone is breathing down your neck. Have a person who isn’t as attached to the situation to guide you. Just make sure that this person is knowledgeable and calm.
Things may get worse just like what happened to us(local hospital didn’t have the doctors and facility to treat my father). If really broke, they would refer you to PGH or other PGH hospitals. These are free.
Speaking of free, we now have zero-balance billing. This is just recent; sharing an official post here.
Try to locate the hospital’s social support office(or anything similar) to get help with the expenses. In our experience, they cover DMEs(durable medical equipment) like catheters, bed pads, respirators, and they also cover both the patient’s and watcher’s meals.
Always remember to breathe and don’t yell at people
I wish no one gets to use this information and that everyone becomes prosperous enough to get better medical services. I also ask the government to commit to us better. I do appreciate the zero-balance billing program. I may still be losing my mind if it weren’t for it.
Lord last na. To make things light naman.
After namin ng mga kapatid ko magpaalam, biglang bumaba heart rate niya. Explain ni doc na it was normal daw. Don’t @ me on this pero this is how I understood it: they can still hear even when in a coma. So maybe since narinig niya boses ng mga anak niya, naging payapa na siya.
I didn’t really have the money to process all that. The hospital wasn’t a problem since free nga yung lahat. Pero everything that follows may bayad na. It’s just me and my sister dito since kami lang may work. Then some help from isang tita namin. So FYI, cremation pwede mo makuha ng 28k kung senior ka.
We decided to cremate him and not hold a wake since we are so broke as a family. So there was this scramble to gather the needed funds to pay for the cremation and also because the hospital can only hold cadavers for up to 6 hours. Grabe, St. Peter nag-aagawan na makuha yung tatay namin. Yung mga agents I mean. We finally settled on one of the agents and had them take our dad’s remains.
Next day yung cremation. It was just my sister and I. We had it scheduled at 10am pero no show sila, 12pm na lang daw.
Everything was so weird. Yung dumating katawan ng tatay ko, nakikisilip yung katabi naming mga chapel. Feels weird kasi we don’t know these people tapos wala man lang kaming kamag-anak or family friend na andun. Nung time na para “sunugin”(sorry pero eto talaga yung term nila dun), tinanong pa kami kung di daw ba namin vivideohan. Like WTF, pinanlakihan talaga namin ng mata si ante. Naisip na lang namin ng kapatid ko na ganito na talaga dahil sa social media. Naisip namin, di nga kami nagpost sa mga socials namin na wala na si Jojo or kahit yung usual na palit ng itim na DP.
May pahabol pa. Yung 28k na fee? It’s now 33k. No discount if you don’t have yung senior citizen’s ID. Kahit na may ibang ID kami na pinresent to show his age. Di na lang ako nakipagtalo kasi policy naman yun and gets ko naman. Di lang talaga Ako ready sa mga iniwan ng tatay ko and yung pagkawala ng mga ID niya(his fourth stroke made him do things like giving away his IDs and ATM card).
Last tip. Magdala kayo ng ecobag. Hayyy. Para kaming nasa Michael Cera na pelikula. Kinakausap namin yung urn bago ilagay sa backpack ko. Tapos rekta sakay ng MRT, LRT, and BGC bus. Ready na ako sumagot na may dala akong senior pag may nagpatayo sa akin sa mga nasakyan namin. Thankfully wala naman. Kasi ang bigat ng urn.
Ayun. Andito ngayon siya sa bahay ko sa Pembo. Sana proud siya kahit papano na I’m doing things on my own and that I have a good partner. Struggle lang talaga mabuhay. Di ako nagrereklamo pero nagrereklamo ako IYKWIM. Still grateful for this life. Hayyy… Next naman yung nanay namin na kaagaw namin sa unclaimed pension niya. Sana may laban kasi need namin isetup yung para sa bunso naming kapatid. Ibang klase talaga pag may narc ka na magulang. Di na nga tumulong, makikigulo pa. Sana last na siya sa mga challenge naming magkakapatid. Promise, light tong kwento ko na to.
The death of a family member is something that I’ve wanted to prepare for. Spend meaningful days being happy, easing your loved one into the big sleep, uncovering secrets before their passing while also sharing your secrets with them.
I wasn’t able to do those. My dad was barely functioning after his fourth stroke. He didn’t know who we were, he just had habits to go by. Walking around the village, asking for cigarettes by gesturing pinched fingers. This went on for about 4 years.
He had his fifth one this January. I’m not going to play the good guy here by telling everyone that I did everything. I didn’t. I couldn’t. I didn’t have the emotional and financial capacity to. Our relationship has soured even when he still had semblance. I was angry at him for not being the ideal end-game dad. Before long, I couldn’t even communicate how I hated some of his life decisions. I thought it was unfair for us, his family.
There are obviously some regrets. Before his last breath, I told him that he did a good job raising us. He left us with a lot of financial problems. Problems that also led to the growing estrangement between members of the family. But that’s really just it. I’ve always been grateful for all the lessons that he gave us. He always reminded us on how to be a better person. He lived a life free of lies, and a life filled with lust for life itself and knowledge.
I know I promised in a previous post that I’ll make a guide on how to navigate a medical emergency. I didn’t specify that it’s for broke people. So here’s your heads up that it is for broke people.
We couldn’t even afford to bring him to a semi-private room. My mother was not around, my sister wasn’t understanding, and my little brother was still green and didn’t know better.
Depending on where you are and the number of people in your family, the chaos could be bearable.
Always have the number of your baranggay and local hospital, this gives you access to an ambulance.
An ambulance going to the hospital may not always be the best solution
While out there panicking, if you are the most reliable person in the family, try to get a second person for support. Things could be unbearable when everyone is breathing down your neck. Have a person who isn’t as attached to the situation to guide you. Just make sure that this person is knowledgeable and calm.
Things may get worse just like what happened to us(local hospital didn’t have the doctors and facility to treat my father). If really broke, they would refer you to PGH or other PGH hospitals. These are free.
Speaking of free, we now have zero-balance billing. This is just recent; sharing an official post here.
Try to locate the hospital’s social support office(or anything similar) to get help with the expenses. In our experience, they cover DMEs(durable medical equipment) like catheters, bed pads, respirators, and they also cover both the patient’s and watcher’s meals.
Always remember to breathe and don’t yell at people
I wish no one gets to use this information and that everyone becomes prosperous enough to get better medical services. I also ask the government to commit to us better. I do appreciate the zero-balance billing program. I may still be losing my mind if it weren’t for it.
The death of a family member is something that I’ve wanted to prepare for. Spend meaningful days being happy, easing your loved one into the big sleep, uncovering secrets before their passing while also sharing your secrets with them.
I wasn’t able to do those. My dad was barely functioning after his fourth stroke. He didn’t know who we were, he just had habits to go by. Walking around the village, asking for cigarettes by gesturing pinched fingers. This went on for about 4 years.
He had his fifth one this January. I’m not going to play the good guy here by telling everyone that I did everything. I didn’t. I couldn’t. I didn’t have the emotional and financial capacity to. Our relationship has soured even when he still had semblance. I was angry at him for not being the ideal end-game dad. Before long, I couldn’t even communicate how I hated some of his life decisions. I thought it was unfair for us, his family.
There are obviously some regrets. Before his last breath, I told him that he did a good job raising us. He left us with a lot of financial problems. Problems that also led to the growing estrangement between members of the family. But that’s really just it. I’ve always been grateful for all the lessons that he gave us. He always reminded us on how to be a better person. He lived a life free of lies, and a life filled with lust for life itself and knowledge.
Sa Grab na lang ako nakaiyak kanina.
Ganun pala yun. Di ka pwede umiyak pag panganay ka. O ako lang yun?
Walang instruction manual para sa ganitong scenario sa buhay.
May recurring na stroke yung tatay ko, pang-lima na niya to and ang tibay niya siguro kasi healthy siya nung kabataan niya. Di ko alam kung blessing pa ba to or sumpa.
Di ko pa alam gagawin ko. Maliit lang mga pamilya namin and walang maayos na support system. Isang kapatid niya lang ang concerned sa kanya, galit sa kanya yung mga kapatid ko. Aminin ko may galit din ako sa kanya pero sumpa pa din ata to ng pagiging panganay. Di ko pa din siya kaya pabayaan na lang.
Anyway, sana kayanin niya at namin yung pagpapa-opera sa kanya. Share na lang ako ng guide ano gagawin sa mga ganito or at least kung ano yung mga na-experience ko.
On Baking for One
Just a quick writing before everything floats away:
I love the internet. It made me become a lot of things. To be quick, I want to be a baker. Your run-of-the-mill(pun intended) baker who sells pandesal in the morning. Once I save 250k then I’ll setup shop. Away from this hopeless corporate job that make me feel anxious everyday. I work as a writer and I admit that AI has been writing better and faster everyday.
Back to why I’m writing this, subway take: recipes aren’t (as)helpful. Search for the recipe of adobo and you’ll get more recipes than there are people in your neighborhood. There are pages, TikTok, Instagram, YouTube, heck even maybe PornHub videos showing you how to cook a chicken for a family of 5. What the heck. 5 people. In this economy?! No.
The way a dish is prepped and cooked isn’t my issue. It’s the 1kg of meat for a person. Or in this case, I’m making bagels right now, 940g of bread flour. If you’re lucky enough, you’ll have a recipe that would call for an odd number of eggs. How do you split that? And sometimes you even have recipes that require an egg. How do you split that? Sure you can say we could all just put the leftovers in the fridge. I could do that, but there are people who don’t repeat dishes. Home economics didn’t foresee that the nuclear family would die out. We all thought we’d have a wonderful partner with 3 kids, Spot and Whiskers. Now it’s just your partner with Spot and/or Whiskers.
What would work on websites with recipes is to have a slider on top of the page that would ask how many servings the cook would need. The recipe would then adjust depending on the number chosen. I want to say it’s not that hard and we’ve already sent enough people to the moon and our orbit. It's just that I don’t know enough code to do the recipe slider magic. Hope someone reads this and makes the code.
I still hate making this damned bread
On Baking for One
Just a quick writing before everything floats away:
I love the internet. It made me become a lot of things. To be quick, I want to be a baker. Your run-of-the-mill(pun intended) baker who sells pandesal in the morning. Once I save 250k then I’ll setup shop. Away from this hopeless corporate job that make me feel anxious everyday. I work as a writer and I admit that AI has been writing better and faster everyday.
Back to why I’m writing this, subway take: recipes aren’t (as)helpful. Search for the recipe of adobo and you’ll get more recipes than there are people in your neighborhood. There are pages, TikTok, Instagram, YouTube, heck even maybe PornHub videos showing you how to cook a chicken for a family of 5. What the heck. 5 people. In this economy?! No.
The way a dish is prepped and cooked isn’t my issue. It’s the 1kg of meat for a person. Or in this case, I’m making bagels right now, 940g of bread flour. If you’re lucky enough, you’ll have a recipe that would call for an odd number of eggs. How do you split that? And sometimes you even have recipes that require an egg. How do you split that? Sure you can say we could all just put the leftovers in the fridge. I could do that, but there are people who don’t repeat dishes. Home economics didn’t foresee that the nuclear family would die out. We all thought we’d have a wonderful partner with 3 kids, Spot and Whiskers. Now it’s just your partner with Spot and/or Whiskers.
What would work on websites with recipes is to have a slider on top of the page that would ask how many servings the cook would need. The recipe would then adjust depending on the number chosen. I want to say it’s not that hard and we’ve already sent enough people to the moon and our orbit. It's just that I don’t know enough code to do the recipe slider magic. Hope someone reads this and makes the code.
Mi nochevieja para celebrar el proximo año 🥳
Sana maganda pa din ang 2026 para sa ating lahat. Enjoy the last few hours pf 2025. 👏
Reading as an adult
TL;DR - We’re different people now. Reading the same book at different stages in life would give different meanings for each new round. I could also jailbreak your Kindle if you want and if it’s possible.
I hate to say it but I’m on my third Kindle now. The first one got drenched by typhoon Carina, the second one got fried(apparently, you’re not supposed to charge using those high performance power bricks). Third time hopefully sticks.
Third Kindle has been jailbroken. Installed a couple of apps on it like KWordle and KNote. There’s an option to play old Game Boy too but I wouldn’t go too far.
My notes weren’t backed up because I always put my Kindle offline. I don’t think there’s ever a need to connect to the cloud as it just drains the device’s battery and why the hell do we even need to connect an e-reader online? Besides the notes being backed up, though.
I’m forced to re-read some of the books that I have just to get my highlights and notes back. Just realized that reading things over and over again is akin to rewatching (500) Days of Summer until you understand Summer, rewatching the whole film again until you realize that Summer also did have some flaws.
Makes me feel like a young boy again. The night I was close to finishing my first run of The Alchemist(Coelho). That was 2004 and I was reading while selling fruits and fireworks, and getting frightened with each firecracker that blasts near me. I’ve read the damn book a couple more times during college and my first few years of being in the workforce. The book keeps changing me until I feel the way I do now. I hope to read it once again this 2026 and I wish I fully understand what Maktub really means and if I’m now in the way.
I encourage you guys to read your favorite books again. I don’t think we can cleanly suck the life out of these dead trees. But we will try.
Second Kindle(left) had sever ghost touch issue. Was able to fix it eventually. Modded it and gave to my sister. Sucks that I had to get another Kindle before finding out that you really just had to drain the battery and charge using just your laptop. But hey, at least I have a 7-inch reader that works great with manga.
Reading as an adult
TL;DR - We’re different people now. Reading the same book at different stages in life would give different meanings for each new round. I could also jailbreak your Kindle if you want and if it’s possible.
I hate to say it but I’m on my third Kindle now. The first one got drenched by typhoon Carina, the second one got fried(apparently, you’re not supposed to charge using those high performance power bricks). Third time hopefully sticks.
Third Kindle has been jailbroken. Installed a couple of apps on it like KWordle and KNote. There’s an option to play old Game Boy too but I wouldn’t go too far.
My notes weren’t backed up because I always put my Kindle offline. I don’t think there’s ever a need to connect to the cloud as it just drains the device’s battery and why the hell do we even need to connect an e-reader online? Besides the notes being backed up, though.
I’m forced to re-read some of the books that I have just to get my highlights and notes back. Just realized that reading things over and over again is akin to rewatching (500) Days of Summer until you understand Summer, rewatching the whole film again until you realize that Summer also did have some flaws.
Makes me feel like a young boy again. The night I was close to finishing my first run of The Alchemist(Coelho). That was 2004 and I was reading while selling fruits and fireworks, and getting frightened with each firecracker that blasts near me. I’ve read the damn book a couple more times during college and my first few years of being in the workforce. The book keeps changing me until I feel the way I do now. I hope to read it once again this 2026 and I wish I fully understand what Maktub really means and if I’m now in the way.
I encourage you guys to read your favorite books again. I don’t think we can cleanly suck the life out of these dead trees. But we will try.
