A few days ago, a friend asked me to give him a few tips on dating. Why he'd ask me, I have no idea, but because I love giving advice (solicited or unsolicited), and because I do have some experience in that department, I decided to give it a shot. I figure I can actually turn it into a blog post, like so:
Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
I was with my friend Toph one night, driving along a stretch of highway, when he asked me to drop by the house he bought for his mom in Taguig. He wanted to visit her. I obliged; it wasn't that often that Toph manages to find time in his busy schedule to visit his mom, and I figured I had some to spare.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
I was reading through some old posts in my Facebook account when I came across a note, which I thought is still an accurate description of what I am feeling right now. I remember that my impetus for writing that note was an anecdote from a friend of mine about this group of friends he met who liked hanging out because, as my friend told me, they thought of each other as insignificant. The term they actually used was basura (garbage) and my friend told me that, for them, the tie of friendship was based on the fact that no one thought much of anyone else; therefore, because they accepted each other's inconsequentiality, no one was more or less important than anyone else. The fact that you are accepted despite your insignificance meant that the people who accepted you are your ‘real’ friends. I assume this is so because they thought no one else would want you.
Monday, November 22, 2010
I haven't been a very good blogger lately. Ideas are rare, and sometimes putting my thoughts into words just seem so difficult. But I did say I wanted to start writing creatively again, and I really want to, so I guess I need to stop making excuses and just write. I have a tendency to just lie in bed and not exert any effort, which gets worse the longer I don't do anything, which makes writing an even more difficult exercise than before. But I also realize that sometimes I just need to do it, regardless of the quality of the output; otherwise, I might as well pack up and stop this blog.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
I was watching television in my bed when I saw a distant clump of alien-looking things floating outside my window and moving towards me . I didn't know what they were, but I noticed they were multi-colored, and stuck together like that, kind of shaped like a human brain. The nearer it got, the more anxious I became. I moved across the room to get further away from it. When light suddenly hit the floating unknown thing, I realized they were balloons tied together, with a note at the bottom. It bumped into a glass pane. I opened my window, eased the whole bunch into my room and pulled at the note.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
I love blog walking. It opens my mind to new things, and frequently gives me ideas for future posts. One of those ideas, I decided to implement today, which is a planned regular feature here I'll be calling Fickle Cattle's Blog of the Week. I plan to feature blogs I'd discovered through my online travels. I don't have any real criteria for picking what I'll be featuring, but I plan on making sure they all have at least one thing in common: their online space blew my mind.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
I was in line at a counter of a small chicken restaurant near my apartment when a pretty petite girl with a loud voice walked in, chatting on a cellphone, while an older, less pretty friend followed behind. While those of us in line weren't exactly eavesdropping, the small cramped space, and her extraordinarily loud voice (I mean, seriously, how can someone that small have a voice that loud?), made it difficult for any of us not to overhear the general movement of her conversation with the person on her phone. She went straight to the farthest table from the cashier, which made it all the more extraordinary that we could still hear her as if she was right next to us.
She was explaining something when she walked in. From what I gathered, the person on the other line was either her boyfriend or husband.
"Baby," she purred in a really fake American accent, "Are you sick? Because you sound sick."
"Oh you are? Poor baby. Your voice still sounds sexy though."
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
The good people of CSN, a Boston-based company composed of over 200 online stores where you can find everything from a stool for your kitchen to a sofa for your living room, has tied up with my corner of the blogosphere for a super mind-blowingly hardcore fantastic giveaway! No exaggeration! Really! I have to write all sentences with exclamation points because of the sheer awesomeness of the giveaway! In fact, this last sentence cannot even contain the level of epic this giveaway has that it must end in three exclamation points!!!