May It Be

May is fast approaching and I can't hardly wait for my first day off of the month. Seriously, this week, I am expected to work 8 straight days because of the transition of my work schedule. Not that I'm complaining though, but I'm quite sick the past few days. Maybe I got stressed from all the adventures I took last weekend. My overnight experience in Kalanggaman Island was underwhelming, albeit the majestic sunrise so to speak. I'm having a flu right now.

Well, it's almost midnight. I should be sleeping.

PS: Now that my mobile plan in SMART is no longer unlimited, I'm looking for ways to maximize my data. Ugh, fuck this. I just hate the internet connection here in the Philippines - slow, limited, and fucking expensive. Unbelievable!

I should be sleeping. Duty in T minus 5 hours.

I've had enough

Requested departure time: 2:20PM. Departure time given from flow management: 4:22PM.

Less than three weeks before the national elections. I am so tired of reading and hearing all those political nonsense and mudslinging from both staunch supporters and candidates. Well, I can't blame it. Social media had played a very important role in delivering vital information in this year's political campaign. But of course, you can't just avoid those hypocrites, know-it-alls, the pseudo-intellectuals, and the gullible ones. 

But despite our intellectual, socio-political, and ~*emotional*~ differences, we all have the same dream - whoever wins the election must put our country in a higher pedestal.

IN OTHER NEWS, air traffic congestion or flight delays have hit a all-time high! HURRAY! A few days ago, a reliable source told me that in NAIA 3 alone, 96% of all flights are delayed. The reason? Numerous non-scheduled flights were filed flying in and out of Manila. See also: hired private planes by politicians going to different provinces of the country.

Sense of Entitlement

Went home for a short break in Davao last Saturday. My city's currently experiencing a daily 4-5hrs of rotational brownouts due to the lack of power in the Mindanao grid. One of the generators of the newly opened clean coal power plant in Davao City went off grid a few days ago, causing these inconveniences. Davao Light, the privately owned electric service provider of the city had no choice but to implement series of rotational brownouts on a daily basis. My reliable sources told me that this power outages will last until next week.

I know that a city of more than two million residents didn't deserve this kind of shit. We are all aware that one particular candidate even claimed that the power deficit in Mindanao has already been solved for years where in fact IT WASN'T.

Having said that, we have no choice. I know this is a helpless scenario most especially to people who solely rely to electricity for a living (see also: freelance workers). But have you ever thought that even if you're one of the members of the affluent Ayalas or Aboitizes, you're still bound to experience rotational brownouts? Unless you have a powerful diesel generator, that's a totally different story.

Lately, I have read so many rants about this rotational brownout in Davao. FYI, even if you stage a protest outside the main office of DLPC at Ponciano Street, you won't yield anything. I don't get it why some people have this superior sense of entitlement. They're not even influential members of the city to begin with. I know there are discrepancies regarding DLPC's scheduled brownout, but then again going back to my point... ugh. I just can't even.

Major eyeroll.

Unsent Messages

A: Hey. Kamusta?

B: Hi. I'm good.

A: Seems like you're doing okay with your life lately, ah!

B: Oo naman.

A: You're at work?

B: Nope. I'm on my way to downtown. Hahanapin ko yung kaluluwa ko. In English, soul searching.

China Rich

With a heavy heart, I am done reading Crazy Rich Asians. I bought in around three days ago and I so hate myself being a fast reader. I tried to slow down and read at least a few chapters per day but God, I can't stop reading. It was a light read and at the same time, very funny. I never thought that I'd enjoy Kevin Kwan's debut novel. Well, I can somehow relate to this novel (not that I'm part of the nouveau riche family #wishfulthinking) because all events in the novel were set in Singapore.

Hopefully when I get home in Davao, I'll buy its sequel.

Save Mount Apo

Mount Apo is home to various endemic species such as the Philippine Eagle (Pithecophaga jefferyi) and the Waling-waling (Vanda sanderiana), and to six indigenous tribes. It is also the highest peak of the country, towering at almost 10,000 ft above sea level.

 The fire started last Saturday near its peak from an unknown source. Due to El Niño, the fire had rapidly spread downhill causing damages along its path. Volunteers and Davao's Rescue 911 have already responded to this crisis yet their efforts are becoming futile as days go by.

What is the national government doing to address this environmental crisis? Nada. Nothing. They are busy saving the ass of their losing candidate by producing comics on how he became a hero during and after a Category 5 storm hit the central part of the country. So much for rewriting history.

There's No Place Like Homeland

So after months of #TeamCarQuinn hiatus, I am officially back on track. I told myself not to watch the entire fourth season (although I've watched the first two episodes of it) because I've already read the summary of the fourth season. But no, my gut tells me to do the otherwise. Still never fails to surprise me every episode. I don't know but I think Carrie and Quinn looked good together, and they perfectly worked as a team, aside from having a romantic thing going on them between them. I never liked the Carrie-Brody tandem. For the lack of better adjective, they looked awful. Bleugh. HAHAHA.

Well, I guess I need to binge watch this up to the fifth season!

Fuck Society

Still in the state of mindfuck after watching the first season of Mr. Robot. Damn, it was so good that I am still not over with it! I guess I'd be suffering from existential crisis. It felt like I was Elliot. He was me. And all those talking-to-my-imaginary-audiences scenes. Just kidding. Don't get me wrong though, I am not suffering from clinical depression, I am not seeing a psychiatrist, and most of all, I am not sniffing substances. Haha!

But yeah, is it just me or Elliot = Mr. Robot aka his dad aka his daemon = Tyrell Wellick? I know the third one sounds crazy but... have you ever thought about it too? The final episode was really intense and I loved the character development of the show. Piece by piece, we've finally unravelled the mysterious world of Elliot, or so we thought. I was really thinking that Mr. Robot was real, until after watching the 9th episode.

The confrontation scene of Elliot and Joanna was one of my favorites throughout the first season. It was so intense. Joanna's smile may mean something. Well, it was clear that she's really hiding something, AND SHE FUCKING KNOWS WHERE TYRELL IS. But I don't know, honestly. It's just me. Or isn't? She was clearly fishing for information about her husband's whereabouts, but she seemed nonchalant.

Can't fucking wait for the second season. Yes, I've never typed so many curse words in one fucking blog post, unless if I'm fuming mad (which I'm not, quite obviously). But I'll can't just help it but to let it out. Damn. I repeat, this series is so good!