IX: Gentle Breeze

I rarely have long vacations, let alone having an overnight one. When I do get a break from the busy city, it’s either in Cagayan, Bulacan, Baguio, Boracay (one time), Tagaytay, or Laguna. But never Batangas. Today changed all of that with my family’s annual trip with their badminton clubmates. (Something that has been going on for probably 3-4 years. I barely play badminton, so I have no idea about the actual numbers.)

Honestly, I almost forgot about the trip. But since I had a 5-day overtime streak this week, I just have to join. And I’m glad I did.

“How do you relax, Deranged Writer?”, you asked. Well, I have several ways to relax: listening to music, reading comic books, or watching my favorite TV series, among other methods. But I just found a new form of relaxation: writing while staying at an elevated cottage high enough to feel the coolest of breezes and oversee everything that the resort has to offer: two swimming pools, several apartments and other cottages.

Have I mentioned the cool breeze already? Sleeping, swimming at the sea or at the pool, eating sumptuous food, and doing it over again is a beach person’s dream. But just experiencing the cool breeze is my favorite part of entire weekend break. It’s not only very much welcomed, I truly loved every second of the province’s wind blowing and touching my brown skin. All the air-conditioning units in the world are nothing compared to Mother Nature’s gift of fresh air.

I believe that nature’s gentle winds are their simple and comforting reminders that there will be always be better days, that everything will be fine.

The last time I had a memorable beach trip happened just last year in Boracay. Experiencing vitamins sun, sand and John Cena sea every month would cost me more than a quarter of my Funko Pop collection. But damn it. I want to have more vacations like this. I want to work harder for vacations like this.

I want more gentle breezes.

The 13 Books Project

Have you ever made a Tumblr or an Instagram account, started a “Project 365”, have great progress in posting day by day for a few months, and then started posting less and less and less until you abandoned the whole thing?

No? Good for you. I am envious of your accomplishment. Aside from those 30-Day Music Challenges on both Tumblr and Twitter, I have never completed any month-long project, let alone a year-long project. Even if I pray to seven deities or gather all of the inspiration from the entire universe, I still end up being a lazy piece of work.

And here I am making my own year-long project that involves reading a number of books. Because why not! Why not create a new burden and stack it over the other burdens in my goddamn life?

Oh. Sorry. That got, um…

Anyway, seriously, I have been struggling into reading books more often ever since college—a time when I paid more attention to comic books over plain text, when Batman and Deadpool captured my imagination first and then Theodore Boone and Smaller and Smaller Circles. And I have taken upon myself on a project that will hopefully help me ease back into reading books regularly again. I call it the 13 Books Project.

The rules are simple:

For one whole year, I am going to read any book I can get my hands on—fantasy, crime, self-help, whatever book I want to read. I just have to make sure I finish 13 books by the end of the year.

With that main goal, I think 1 book per month would not hurt a busy, slow reader like me. I could modify the challenge along the way, but the goal is still the same: 13 books for one whole year.

I already started the challenge by dwelling on Neil Gaiman’s short short Fragile Things

You can join in the challenge, if you like! Just let me know if you in the comments section or on Twitter if you fancy that. (My handle is @DerangedWriter, of course.)

Good luck to me!


Sunday Night Questions I

Have you listened to the greatest prank call in all of mankind? If you haven’t, please do yourself a favor, click the play button on the video above and listen to the glorious audio clip. Please do it now. I will wait. I’m not kidding. I. Will. Wait.

Done? It’s so funny, right? And what really cracked me up is when he prankster asked “is champ there?”, the woman asked back “who is champ?” and a loud “that question will be answered this Sunday night!” was heard complete with John Cena’s theme song.

Weirdly enough, that is the inspiration for my new segment on The Dispatch, Sunday Night Questions! This is where I answer at least 5 questions about what happened during my week, discoveries and reviews on selective media, and anything in between, as long as it can be answered by a “Yes” or a “No”. I can elaborate on my answer, but it’s not really necessary.

Anyway, are you ready? No, I should be the one answering that.

Yes, I am ready. Let’s go! Continue reading Sunday Night Questions I