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Penne pomodoro, anyone?  Work from home shouldn't be new to me - it's what I used to do some years before I got employed. I lived through my smartphone and relied to its internet connection to do research and submit deliverables. Life wasn't too complicated. In fact, I used to brag about it to my friends whenever they dread Monday on a drunken Sunday night. Because me, unlike them, have the luxury to sleep until late the next morning. It's been 15 working days since the elevator in our office building got busted (well, it's always under repair but this time is the longest in my history of working there). Since I have myasthenia gravis and walking up the stairs to the 16th floor would literally be suicide, my bosses agreed that I should work from home. Yes, they're considerate like that, and it sounds like a great deal. Until I discovered what awaited me. Being able to save the money for my daily expenses is one of the sure wins in this setup. There...

It's two a.m and I don't know what I'm doing, or maybe I do, and I just don't want to admit it to myself. This is too clean a platform - I am still trying to migrate my previous blog posts here, and I am trying like I always do. I decided to recreate my blog (once again) to stave off my depression, or whatever negative thoughts and feelings I have right now. I have been working from home for almost a month, not exactly an enjoyable setup because heaven knows how I force myself to sit in front of my computer for the next 8 hours. One could say, "hey, you've been working from home all your life so what's the fuss?" but really, it's different when you're given something to write and you have a two-week deadline and you can just sleep it off the next ten days and actually start to get to work on the 13th day, as oppose to having someone hitting you up the whole day and tell you to do things. Gosh, I really want to go back to the office already...

"Is he my Mr. Right?" "Is he The One?" Many of us single women (especially my age) are in search for the perfect life partner, discreetly or otherwise. The time is ticking, we're not getting any younger, and who actually has a hundred and twenty thousand pesos to freeze their eggs so we can still have legitimate kids after 50? Thus, whenever an opportunity to date comes our way, we always ask ourselves this question, "Is he the one?" No, I have nothing against those who go on dates for the sake of finding their life partner. After all, the time we enjoyed wasting isn't really wasted time at all. However, if we are going to be really honest with ourselves, do we really want to spend our time this way, when there's a lot more we can do than chasing boys? I made a personal decision on this, and I feel like it makes more sense and maybe even more practical. Stop chasing the right person. You lookin' for something miss?  Yes, s...

Disney movies played a big part in my childhood, and I guess everyone who was a kid in the '90s can pretty much relate to this. In all honesty, I could barely remember the animated Aladdin of 1992 so I decided to Netflix it again before seeing the live-action version. I was actually looking forward to the Genie played by Will Smith, and hoped that maybe there could be some sort of '90s vibe to it, back when I was a tweeny bopper. Surprisingly, nostalgia didn't hit me (at least not that hard), instead it gave me a totally different realization on what this Disney movie is all about. Image Source What is it about "Sometimes you just have to see it from a different perspective," says Aladdin, and this is exactly what I tried to do to understand that not all of my expectations can be delivered by this film. It's just that, it didn't take long enough for me to see myself sitting inside the cinema in my 3D glasses thinking that the movie is pretty m...

She said there are things that aren't worth the fight even if you know in the end you'd win, says the character in one of my many WIP short stories. I can't remember what I was going through when I wrote that, but somehow it rang true when I read it again just a few days ago. There's a lot of things I want to do in life, and a lot of things I want to have. Things that have been so elusive all these years that sometimes I feel like I'm starting to get tired of chasing after them. We all love beautiful endings. Late night traffic does have its silver lining. Amidst the glaring street lights and the sad FM radio music (on a, sometimes, rainy night) I find the kind of peace that allows me to contemplate on how I am going to achieve that one shot at genuine happiness. I'm not the only person in the world who wants this, that's for sure. In everything I have right now and in everything I'm working so hard to achieve, I realized that there are just a few...

I saw Five Feet Apart last week, and I've been wanting to see it ever since I saw its trailer back in January. Cole Sprouse is devastatingly handsome, that I must say, but it's their nasal cannulas that sold me. Living with an autoimmune disease for more than six years now has made my heart ache for sick flicks, and live precariously through the characters' triumphs and misfortunes in romance.  Stella (Haley Lu Richardson) has been spending her teenage life in the hospital as she's a cystic fibrosis patient, and despite that, she's trying to live life as much as she could. She was under a medical experiment along with her fellow patient/best friend Poe (Moises Arias) when she meets Will (Cole Sprouse) , another cystic fibrosis patient--a rebel and without a hint of care in the world. They try to survive their romance by defying the six-feet-apart rule, by making it one foot short, hence, the title. Cystic fibrosis is different from myasthenia gravis, apart from t...

Comicbooks are expensive--at least that's what I believed growing up, so I left them to the more privileged kids. Besides, I've had my own share of excellent childhood memories. The past few years have been cruelly advanced though, and while most people my age get all hyped up and excited in social media about the upcoming sci-fi films based on the comicbooks they religiously followed over the years, I don't have a single clue about what's going on (thankfully I don't feel like an idiot because I know I don't have to). So when I received the email announcing we're going to watch Captain Marvel last Thursday as a treat from the office (they do this every month), I reluctantly hit the Yes, I'm going! button. And I hit it because who says no to free popcorn and hotdogs and Coke? I perfectly understand that I'm in no position to talk about how marvelous or superb the movie adapatation, or even how accurate it is. So this is not exactly a review, but basi...