Sunday, March 1, 2026

Journey 03012026

Today was a typical Sunday.


I woke up at 8:30 a.m. and went to the porridge stall by the front gate for breakfast. I had plain porridge topped with scallions and fried garlic, with sides of toge (bean sprout rolls) and a boiled egg.


On weekends, I don’t usually take a bath in the morning. I feel a little weird and drowsy, so after breakfast, I go back to sleep, like an extension of my morning rest.


Two hours later, I woke up to help cook lunch. I fried tilapia. We also had blanched kangkong (or spinach) and salted egg mixed with tomatoes and onions.


After lunch, I went back to my room to watch the third episode of Game of Thrones, Season 3 squeeze in a little nap.


After that nap, it was finally time for my shower. Feeling refreshed helps me gather my thoughts. While cleaning my clothes storage box, I found a quiet moment to think and pray about what’s happening in the Middle East. May the good Lord reign over us, and may we have a peace that transcends all power, greed, and bad intentions.


Snack time came next, three big siomai, one tokneneng, and gulaman palamig. Ka-miss!


The last activity of the day was spending time on the rooftop. Mind you, I only had two cups of fresh milk but also snacked Oishi salted egg prawn crackers, and some Knick Knacks, hehe. I ended the day with beef pares and lemon fruit soda.


Okay, ready to rest. Time to take my meds, finish writing this entry, say a prayer, and look forward to a meaningful week ahead.


Thursday, January 22, 2026

Non-Linear Success

What would you do when your in your late 20's and wondering what more could this life offer to you?

I'm your regular office worker with the right amount of dreams for myself and my family. However, I am a little clueless of where I am standing right now. If you graduated as an achiever during your younger years, so full of ambitions, then end up being in my position, would you be glad?

Being ungrateful is the last thing I would feel right now. I am more of comfortable sitting here today. But, some days I cannot stop myself, at some point of time, I replay old dreams, old goals in my head.

I used to fill my yellow paper with essays of hope and nobody knows I how direly wanted to become someone my home town would put in a pedestal. The trophy child. The bright child with equally bright future.

But how about now? Do I still carry that pride in my chest? Or do I chose peace over the glamor and secular meaning of success?