I've been totally overwhelmed and frustrated with work this past couple of days for a project that my team unanimously signed me up to do, and so I've been spending most of my time internally screaming at Adobe Premiere Pro on my laptop. Before this, I've never really touched the software itself but I have a Thursday (tomorrow) morning draft deadline to meet and my inexperienced self is still crawling.

So before I disappear into oblivion and emerge from this, scarred but triumphant on Friday afternoon, I thought I'd write to let some steam off and to enforce the habit of writing. After all, I committed to this as well! Just a few random thoughts and updates on my end -

• Yet again, I have failed my self-imposed low-buy rule by buying a few things that weren't even on my wishlist. This month's 'damage' was a bunch of loose-leaf tea samples and a bundle box from a no-plastic packaging beauty brand. Of course, I'll probably excitedly talk about them when they all arrive, but I still have some deep regrets. Online shopping is a monster.

  • On that note, I feel absolutely sad that YTers have to apologize if they deviate a tiny bit – like Christina of styleapotheca in her latest video. I follow her for low-buy advice, but unlike little me who can just laugh off buying loose-leaf tea and can try again next month, she's probably got immense pressure breathing down her back every time she even thinks of buying anything. Glad that she's gotten it out of her chest tho and moving forward to better, personal content!

• Day 6 of consistently taking vitamins and supplements, which I've never done before. I'm scared that taking five all at the same time will be bad for my kidneys, but I'm thinking of hanging on for a little while longer to see some effects. And then maybe go see my PCP after this pandemic is over to talk about it.

This blog has now gone pro! My mind has been racing about all the pictures I can now upload on S.a and here, but for starters, please have this feeling-artsy breakfast picture I took last year during my trip in La Union, Philippines:

Catch you all again on Friday!

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PS: Thank you for all those who sent me a message (or mention) in response to the previous post! I really do appreciate it :)

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As of today, it has been around more than a year since I swore off all social media, except the bird app (which I made a new account with last July). I'm saying this because, for the past few days, my mind has been dangerously walking the thin line between whether or not I should be making a few new ones, even including the ones that the fediverse has to offer.

But let's backtrack – why in the world did I end up quitting in the first place? I would be lying if I had any philosophical answer to this, so in all honesty, I'm just going to say it: heartbreak. The initial impetus to my whole self-ban was heartbreak, which I'm not too embarrassed to say because it did me a whole world of good in the end. My longest relationship ended not just because of circumstances, but also because we had so many immature, petty fights about being “online” on Facebook Messenger but not being able to reply to me in a timely manner to be pacified quickly enough. The same thing happened in the next rebound relationship I had, but this time it was on Instagram. Believe me, I've learned my lesson and I'm now more calm about it, but there was always this line I would cross and then I'd snap.

After more than a year in therapy, I haven't figured out a lot, but there was one common thing between the two circumstances – it was that green, “online” dot and read status on messages that got the best of me. In my immature mind, I probably thought that if they were online, I could monopolize their time. Being left on read equated to being ignored. During the break-up and recovery period, I had no other choice but to delete my whole account to feel better and at peace.

For the first few weeks of deleting those apps, it was agony. Anyone who has gone through a social media detox will tell you that the withdrawal symptoms can be real – your hand will automatically shoot up to your phone to find an app that isn't there, or you'll fidget and look at your screen, again and again, expecting a notification that will never arrive. You'll find ways to justify trying to get back, but your friends will tell you to stay put.

It was during those weeks that I realized that even if I wasn't active in the social media sphere, things will most probably go on. Besides the friends I told this predicament about, no one reached out to ask where I was, or how I was doing (miserable). When I eventually logged in again, my notifications were mostly things that I had presumably “missed” (which in fact, I couldn't care for at all). The truth came out – if you cared too much about your image, social media became a numbers game. The 500+ people you call “friends” were only present when you posted a random, positive milestone. I hated how relatives who I hardly talked to during reunions would comment on our family photos. I was able to identify the feelings of rage and jealousy within me. Insane, I thought, and it really was. In the years that I had built up my social media account, I had painted an image of me that, after my detox, I could not relate to any longer. Who was that? That was definitely not me.

So I purged them.

I made a new FB account, added my closest friends and my immediate family members, and promptly deactivated it while just keeping the messaging aspect of it, just to stay in touch. I saved all my IG pictures before permanently removing myself off the platform. My Twitter account met the same fate, and it took a lot of months before I was ready to make a new one and start from scratch.

A year in and I feel more at peace now. Being in the “silent” corner of the internet has calmed down my anxieties by strides, and the focus of everything I've done so far has been inward. Who I am here is just really who I am now, and all the ugly-delicious photos and nerdy selfies I have on Twitter are real markers of what I consider as happiness at this current time. There is no desire to “compete” – who am I competing with anyway? The only competition here is with my past self!

Do I recommend people to go on this whole social media detox? Absolutely! It's like trying to find who you really are when no one is looking, and for someone who tied their existence to an ideal image, it was painstakingly hard. Reminding myself of this, but when the journey is over, come back to social media for the right reasons. Things are going to be different, I promise.

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Happy Friday everyone! I started to write this out yesterday but was promptly cut short to make way for some much-needed family movie time. No regrets, since we watched an interesting movie called Sunday Beauty Queen – it was slightly hard to watch, and I might write about it in length at another time, but it is what it is. The Filipino “resiliency” is such a romanticized trait, but I honestly think it's a silent cry for help and for change.

So on to today's order of business! I thought I'd do something different and share some of the short stories that I've always found intriguing and fun. I admit some of these came from Literature and English classes back in high school and college, but they've made such a huge impact on me that I still remember their titles off the top of my head, even years later! I've tried to find links for them as well, for the interested.

Sweet Summer by Cyan Abad Jugo

The story that marked my childhood! I definitely resonated so much with the main character because I had always been insecure about how I looked when I was younger (I still am on most days), and had always compared myself to all the other girls my age who were pretty. I've always wished the story didn't end the way it did since Sarah and Frederick looked like they had a genuine connection with each other but in a stereotypical world, boys are “taught” by society to go after the pretty ones.

The Necklace by Guy de Maupassant

I remember reading this in high school and vowing never to pretend to be someone who I wasn't. I couldn't really feel too bad for the main character in the ending because it was definitely a lesson she had to learn (the hard way, in fact), but I would never wish this on anyone either.

The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

I did a bit of research on this one and just learned that it has had two official movie adaptations (one in 1969 and another in 1996), so I'm guessing this one was pretty popular back when it was first published. Nothing, and I mean nothing, prepared me for that ending. Probably my first taste of dystopian literature? It's very chilling just to think about it.

In a Grove by Ryunosuke Akutagawa

At first, I initially hated this because we spent so much time in English class reading it. Maybe my teenage brain couldn't comprehend the nuances between each of the testimonies, but there really isn't a main “conclusion” to this story. In fact, even after watching the movie, writing a paper, and thoroughly discussing it, it really is up to the reader to believe what they want to – a very meta comparison to how news is spread in relation to the truth.

Long Walk To Forever by Kurt Vonnegut

A love story that slightly reminds me of The Notebook, but with less angst and crying. I just love the fact that maybe 60% of it was just dialogue between Newt and Catherine, but it was able to paint and evoke so many emotions from me.

Some notable stories that I need to mention as well:

Dead Stars by Paz Marquez Benitez Servant Girl by Estrella Alfon Merienda – I read this in a book called Bagets, and I'm currently trying to borrow it from the local library!

Have a good weekend!

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I bake more than I cook.

This whole obsession in perfecting muffins and cupcakes (that is my whole repertoire if any of you were curious – sadly. no cakes, yet) only started as of late, when I moved a thousand miles from my beloved tropical little country to chilly San Francisco. Philippine cuisine does not require the use of ovens (just stovetops and an outside grill), and the local bakery could supply every home with freshly made pandesal for just cents, so there was really no need for my family to have one. My mom might have dabbled into buying one when I was in college, but it was mostly left untouched and for decor for the “clean” kitchen.

My dad, despite being a pastry cook working on cruise ships, would never have thought of baking anything on the months that he was home on vacation. Much like the idea of taxi drivers not wanting to drive around during their days off, my dad would rather cook Chicken Adobo or Pinakbet or any other of his favorite dishes since he never got to eat those on the boat regularly. I would sometimes bring up the idea of making a cake, but instead of making one, I would come home to my favorite store-bought dessert and that was the end of it.

Fast forward to the present, I now know different baking terms and can execute my own little science project in the kitchen with ease. I'm proud of my blueberry muffins and, with a little help with my dad, I've learned how to wing a few. But I have to admit, big ovens intimidate me – you know the ones below your kitchen stove? They scare the crap out of me. It's way too huge and it's difficult to see in, making me feel like I'm not entirely in control of what I'm doing. All I can do is set the temperature on top and pray for the best.

That's why I prefer using the small oven toaster on the other side of the kitchen. It's tiny, can only fit one pan at a time, and I have to turn my muffin rack halfway to be able to get a good color on all muffins, but it feels manageable. The clear glass gives me some sort of comfort, knowing that I can see clearly how things are progressing inside. The one we have right now has seen all my successes and failures, and if there was a household appliance that I could call my best friend, this oven toaster would be it. I even joked to my mom once that if I moved out, she would have to let me bring the oven toaster with me (she said no).

In the near future, I'd like to expand and eventually try making cookies and bread. I've been super fascinated with the idea of making dough for a week and then baking it every day, but I feel like I would be cheating on rice if I had to consume the whole loaf. And besides, flour is currently scarce, and I'm riding on my last bag to tide me through this quarantine. For now, banana bread it is.

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P.S. Absolutely on the cusp of getting a pro subscription here – I really want to post pictures after all, sans the social media aspect.

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The past two days had me feeling a bit under the weather, as is customary of me every month, and I don't expect the next few days to be any better – the only glimmer of hope I have is that my workload is getting lighter, so I still feel productive while nursing a headache. Might be another prattle post – OH that actually sounds good – but I've had a lot of time to mull a few things over.

From my last post, I said that I decided to do some digital decluttering, and believe it or not, it's still underway. Some websites I've made an account with, like VRV, Viki or Barnes & Noble, didn't have the usual “Delete Account” option, and instead I had to go write them an email to delete my account. I find this absolutely puzzling because either I've been spoiled with the choice of deleting it by myself conveniently and without any other human interaction, or because I don't understand the rationale behind them not having that option in the first place. Shouldn't I be free to withdraw from these services as I please and just slink away to internet-oblivion? Barnes & Noble has a more complicated process to it as well – I had to verify not just my password but a whole lot of other information.

Weird.

But besides that, everything else has been smooth sailing. A few weeks ago I also toyed with the idea of migrating to FastMail and, after a few days with it I think I'll actually push through. My personal biggest hindrance is that email isn't as popular, and yet still necessary. Let me clarify – it's not popular for personal interactions with friends you already have (they're all reachable via Messenger or just a text away), but I would still need to have one for online transactions or other personal related documents and notifications. I have a work email that I rely on heavily for communication with supervisors and clients, but that's a separate thing. I did send my Aunts and Uncles (the usual crowd who still does send me emails from time to time) my new one – just to notify them of the upcoming change.

Which brings me to say, I can't exactly De-Google 100%. Aside from the usual perpetrators (Youtube, mostly), I own a really cute, baby pink Pixel 3XL. Before all this, it has always been my dream phone for such a long time and I scraped up all my hard-earned money to buy it when it went on sale! I was absolutely happy when I got it, and I'm still using it now. I live with my family, and we've set up coordinating most things with a few Google apps, which I can't change. Have you ever tried to explain new technology to older parents? It is a nightmare. I've learned through the years that, at least in my parent's case, familiarity is everything. They don't understand the “concept” of most things on the screen, and rely heavily on the distinct and specific steps and images that they've seen repeatedly – around 100++ times. For example, my dad knows how to use Spotify since he's used it before, but if we transition to YouTube Music, although with the same concept and buttons, he'd have a hard time. Okay, that was a bad example, but I hope it illustrated my point. Bottom line – they are not tech folk, and if I wanted to live a life of peace, we would have to stick with what they already know.

To be honest, I both love/hate how I dabble into things like these, just because no one in my immediate circle understands or is into it. The same goes for my interest in eco-minimalism (which thankfully my cousin can relate too), and books. The most common thing I have with my friends is cooking and games – I should probably write something about those next time!

A few more things:

• Just a few hours ago, I watched the season two premiere of 100 Days, Drinks, Dishes, and Destinations and here I am wondering, why have I never heard of this show before? This is totally up my alley!

• Favorite Banana Bread Recipe! But I make them into muffins instead.

I should totally stop eating.

10/100

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I've been really putting this whole thing off, but now that I've switched gears and boarded the Firefox train (in an effort to slightly de-Google), I've been mostly looking at all my online accounts the whole day and purging most of them to oblivion, manually migrating accounts and passwords. I am fully aware that I could just click one button to do this all for me, but for a change, I wanted to do this more intentionally. How else would I have known that I had an account for, say, last.fm when I haven't even used it for years? I deleted it.

So there's nothing much to write about tonight, but here are a few interesting things that I wanted to share:

• From a long-forgotten Atlas Obscura newsletter, I was awakened to the concept of Mail Art, so now my brother and I are planning to join the Mail Art Project by Jason Brown that's ending this month. It's really just something different to do.

• In the same newsletter, they talked about the documentary SPACESHIP EARTH. I watched the trailer and honestly, it reminded me so much of Zimbardo's Stanford Prison Experiment, with a hint of science.

• A friend's recent tweet reminded me of this spoken word poetry performance – When Love Arrives by Phil Kaye and Sarah Kay. Admittedly, this is the only thing I listen to again and again after any break-up and it has helped me pull through some dark and difficult times.

That all sounded like a hodgepodge! Alright, back to work.

9/100

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Unless I intentionally made plans, my Saturdays are now usually uneventful and unproductive (think: PJs all day, lounging in bed, etc). My younger self would have lamented all the wasted time I could've used to get so many other personal projects done or schedule a meet-up (today's alternative would be a Zoom call, thanks to the pandemic), but the moment I hit my birthday last year, my body knew it was done with all that. I now welcome the idea of staying inside and just taking things slow. The memes weren't lying!

I know I mentioned this bit before in a previous post, but now I'm seriously thinking of getting back to reading. The reason I say this was because of an incident that happened a few nights ago- my mom came up to me and asked if I could get a copy of The Witcher series for her to read since Netflix hasn't come up with new episodes. Luckily, she already had a library card (which I pushed her to get a few years back), so I set her up with Libby and checked the book's availability. The waiting period for it was way too long (four weeks, to be exact), so we decided to borrow Crazy Rich Asians instead – and since then, she's been religiously reading it every day to meet the 14-day deadline.

The most striking thing about this whole experience is that my mom's not a huge reader – this is the first time in years that she's ever picked up a book for some light reading! Yet I hear her laughter from across the hall, and sometimes she'd pass by my door and excitedly recount the tidbit/s that she found so funny and interesting.

That is what I miss about reading the most – being so excited about the story that I can't bring myself to put it down, or even just gush about it endlessly to some poor, unsuspecting victim (mostly friends who had no idea what the book was about). At first, I thought that I didn't have enough time to read books, so I got myself a few Mouse Books – and at first, I was diligently reading, but it came to a point where I got a bit overwhelmed about the theme they chose to focus on that I dropped it for a while. Then I remembered that I had a whole set of books I brought back with me from home (the shelf they're sitting on right now is my pride and joy), but it turns out that majority of them were 1) something I've already read in the past and 2) were mostly for collecting than reading.

Yes, I have the time to read. No, the length of the book doesn't matter. No, I can't re-read books in my current state. I refuse to believe that reading no longer holds importance to me because I always feel the urge to come back to it time and time again – I might just not be holding the right book at the right time. I've had a nagging suspicion that my taste in books have changed, but I don't know which direction I should go from there.

I also absolutely hate it when I don't finish a book, but more than that, I don't believe in continuing to read something when it's getting difficult to go past a page. I'm aware that those are two very contradicting ideas, and the quitter side of me is probably using this as an excuse not to pick up anything else (the most recent three books I willingly picked up were duds, sadly), but I've always been on board with this concept. Maybe I also make things difficult for myself.

But god, am I jealous. I am insanely jealous of my mom while she reads her limited-time-only library book. I also want to bury my face in a book or on my Kindle and feel alive – laugh, cry, and animatedly talk about the small details to an unsuspecting audience. Like a helpless romantic pining for their one true love, here's me, hoping that I can finally find that one true book.

PS: I have a Goodreads account! I haven't found a non-Amazon alternative to this, but if you want to, you can follow me there! Not that it'll get updated any time soon.

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Today feels like a really slow day, so I'm writing this during my afternoon lunch break. It's Friday and I'm so glad that we've finally touched down to another weekend – true, the days seem to be blending into one another more now, and the routine is getting boring and monotonous, but at the end of Fridays, I have this whole ritual of closing my work laptop and storing it somewhere else until Monday. My personal laptop goes back up on the stand in time for a Jackbox run with my friends back home (it would be Saturday morning for them), and that usually signals the start of some R&R!

Besides Animal Crossing (the island is still under construction!), I've been keeping busy with reading almost everyone's posts from the #100DaysToOffload feed, baking a few random things here and there (the last one was another attempt at a no-bake cheesecake), catching up with friends and writing my next letter (more on that later). It sounds weird to sound it out, but reading people's daily musings feels so refreshing? All of them sound very raw and honest – and it's been a real treat to see more of that. I'm planning to pick up a few dominant topics that's been discussed by others, I just need to get a few things in order! It also makes me kind of wish that I can put pictures up on mine too, but I've made it a point not to commit to buying a Pro subscription on write.as until I see that I can do this more regularly, so we'll see how that goes.

Yes, I do admit that I've impulsively bought a few subscriptions in the past, thinking I would commit to it eventually, but I never do. My latest error was Skillshare – I missed the free trial deadline and was charge a year's worth. I still don't use it, but I'm trying to! I just can't seem to sit and watch things in succession? I definitely have a very low attention span for things now.

The one thing I did keep up doing since the start of quarantine was writing letters back and forth with my boyfriend. It's funny when you think about it – I still kind of see him every now and then (I rely on him to drive me to the office when I need to, as opposed to getting a Lyft), but we've managed to send around a weekly letter that we don't discuss in person; it's a whole separate thread of conversation on its own! I've also sent my friends and a cousin in Fresno postcards and a greeting card, but none of them have really written back to me (they did text me to acknowledge they've gotten it).

So before I prattle off more, let me end this post with a few interesting things that I've seen floating around:

• My dedication to #ACNH has led me to discover the existence of Happy Island Designer (2D) and Island Planner (3D) to help map out your dream island. It's amazing what fans can do for the love of a game!
• Just recently stumbled on an app called Redberry to write down thoughts and to-lists in! I've always liked organizing ideas in a bulleted outline, so I'm pretty hyped to utilize it.
• I've been thinking about doing a solo piece I found from Play At Home – just for my own amusement, of course! Since no one's watching, we should all be unleashing our inner actors!

That's it! See you tomorrow!

7/100

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Three days ago, I was finally able to roll credits in Animal Crossing New Horizons, and therefore unlocking the terraforming feature of the game. As you can tell, I haven't written anything since then precisely because I have been busy in-game trying to figure out how to craft and hone my island the way I'd like it to look like. (I am writing this midday as opposed to a nightly writing sesh because I know that if I pushed any of this back further, I wouldn't be able to write at all!)

Let me get this out of the way first – the hype of the game slightly ruins your perception of how you think you should be playing. Besides the time-traveling issue, I admit I jumped in the bandwagon two weeks late, so as we speak, everyone else who had the first dibs on the game since day one has had the terraforming option for a while now; everyone else's island looks perfect. They, my friends included, have so much more stuff, are able to freely hunt for dreamies now that housekeeping is out of the way, and their game screenshots feel like an unattainable dream. So when I unlocked this limitless potential, I was stuck and totally overwhelmed. So many possibilities! What to do first? But the thought that struck me the most is – how was I going to make it look like everyone else's, perfect?

It took me a few hours running around in-game and scrolling through endless images on the net to realize that 1) there was no way I could make it look like that with the limited amount of bells I had in my purse, and 2) did I want my island to look like that anyway? My brother, who also plays the game, got fed up with me ranting and said, “Do whatever feels right. Like gut-instinct right”.

So I abandon all previous ideas I had and just went with the flow – I kept my natural river path and just added a bit of cliff, following the original curve. I didn't start with my house, but with my villagers instead – like a victor's village in a sense. Three days down, and I've added a tiny hidden path to an eventual spot for the museum, a bamboo grove at the very top, and slowly working on a private little beach at the back of my island. It looks all very basic and less modern (think of a tiny rural village with more grass than pavement), but this feels just right for me.

It won't be picture-perfect, but I'll still be posting my progress on Twitter! All that effort and time I put should still be up there.

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