Gratitude Log I

Today, I’d like to thank my uncle for bringing me to work. It rained for a bit, but it did not affect the metro traffic. In fact, it was a really smooth 40-minute ride that I was able to take a 5 or 6 minute nap.

Today, I’d like to thank the office janitor for opening the air-con unit even if I arrived an hour early. Like I said, it rained for a bit. It was also a bit windy. But the summer heat ruled over, which is (for a lack of a better word) unbearable. Therefore the ventilation is quite comforting.

Today, I’d like to thank my friend Greta for giving some trinkets from her Japan trip. One of the things she gave is a small piece of Matcha-flavored Kit-Kat, a favorite of mine. “Matcha-rap.” (A pun of masarap [delicious in Filipino].)

And today, I’d like to thank all the deities and the universe for giving me another chance to live. Yes, I may have done something stupid to myself a few months ago. But now I would like at least try to live every single day, one step at a time, just like Chris Cornell of Soundgarden said.

Sunday Night Questions VIII

It has been 4 days since I went back home from the hospital. And I feel like I am in a long reboot mode. (Again.)

For almost 3 weeks, I got used to doing whatever I have done to heal, recharge, and kill the boredom while I am confined in a spacious nursing room—notably eating/drinking water and medicine/sleeping on time, jogging in place, and writing while standing. So I need to apply those habits and adjust once again to my home.

And how’s that going for me? Difficult. Very difficult. But I still need to adjust. I must.

Anyway, since I need to sleep on time, let me have some early Sunday Night Questions—where I answer 5 yes-or-no questions, and explaining my answer is not mandatory. (Though I have noticed that I explained almost all of them? Yep.)

Let’s get to it!

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LIV: Another Block

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Whatever happened that lead to my confinement at the hospital for almost 2 weeks, there is a bright side to it: I was on a writing spree; my brain was continuously flowing all the prose and poetry, whether it’s long or short, and whether it’s about professional wrestling or something personal.

I have never been this active since 2009, and I have been riding the Internet as a pseudo-anonymous writer for 11 years. And I am glad I am still allowed to use a laptop and phone to communicate with my friends and family and, of course, blog the hell out.

And now that I am back at my home, the first thing I did was open the laptop and then my Q10 writing app. I wrote a few outlines about what happened at WrestleMania 35 and the Raw show after that, then took a water break, and went back in front of the screen. And that’s what I only did after that: staring at the screen, the cursor blinking, waiting for me to type the next word.

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