Impromptu writing

I am my own hero.

I am the hero of the story,

I don’t need to be saved.

My first name is glory,

there is nothing I won’t braved.

I have lived in a quarry,

and freedom is what I craved.

To survive is obligatory,

and its road has been paved.

Bogotá, 20 October 2017


This impromptu writing is inspired by this prompt.

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Friday Find(s)

Friday Find(s): Hemingway App.

Life can be shitty, but for a serial complainer like yours truly, life is shitty most of the time. I can go on a full on rant about why life is shitty, but I’ll refrain it. What I’m trying to do right now is to find the smallest of joy in life’s shitty moments. I can’t promise that I’ll always found something, but when I do, it’ll go straight to Friday Find(s).

Every Friday, I’ll post about things that I’ve found in the past days that gave me joy to keep me going for another week. It could literally be anything. It could be something that you could enjoy, or just simply random things that’ll cause you to scrunch up your face and think, “that makes you happy? No wonder you think your life is shitty.”

Either way, I welcome you to have a glimpse of my life and the things that made me happy. At the end of each find, I’ll give a score of five grinning face emojis for the finds that made me extremely happy or stoked throughout the week, and one grinning face emoji for a so-so find.

Without further ado, this is my first entry on Friday Find(s).

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things you may not want to know but i'm telling you anyway

The Harvey Weinsteins of the world.

I don’t necessarily like writing about things that I don’t know about, and whilst there have been many reports on Harvey Weinstein’s case, I don’t think I am capable enough on writing a report on my own about the said case. What I can write is my own personal view on the trend (for lack of better word) of sexual harassment within the workplace.

I can’t speak on behalf of all women, but I can and will speak on behalf of my voice.

What constitutes as sexual harassment? Most, if not all, of the people I work with thinks that for an act to be considered as sexual harassment, some sort of sexual act must be performed. So, unless you were raped, surely it is no sexual harassment. But, what if the other party force themselves on you, such as forcibly kissing you, hugging, you, or show up in front of you butt naked? Is that sexual harassment? Some have agreed that it is a form of sexual harassment. But, what about other type of physical contact? Like if your colleague gave you unsolicited massage, caress your face, sent you text and call you ‘babe‘? Is that sexual harassment? This is where people starts to have differing opinions.

I think it still is a form of sexual harassment.

Here you can see a very simple explanation and examples of what is sexual harassment, made by the UN. One of the examples given gave me the assurances that the things I’ve witnessed and experienced myself were indeed a form of sexual harassment.

I am both angry and frustrated. I am angry at why things like that still happens, and I am angry because I let it happened to me and to other people, and I didn’t stop it. I am frustrated at why no one is realising and opening their eyes that sexual harassment is more than just being raped. Any form of unwelcome sexual advances, requests for sexual favours, and other verbal or physical conduct of a sexual nature is sexual harassment. I’m frustrated because I know, telling stories of sexual harassment is difficult, be it out of embarrassment (when you shouldn’t be), out of fear of backlash, or knowing that even if you are brave enough to come forward, you know it’s a lost cause because of the notion of “it’s not sexual harassment if you’re not raped”.

This is my post, the first that took me hours to consider whether or not I should publish. I’ll publish it, because I believe that I have a voice that needs to be heard. I’ll publish it, because this is my shout out to all the Harvey Weinsteins of the world. This is my middle finger to those who said sexual harassment is just an excuse prudish women used when other people were only trying to be friendly; well, touchy is not the same as friendly, mate.

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Rambling about books

Boo! 👻

Is it cliche to be writing about scary book in October? You know, what with Halloween and whatnots? Probably it is indeed cliche, but will it stop me from actually writing one? Definitely not.

I had my fair share of scary books, from one that is mildly scary to ones that actually became the fruit of my nightmare.

But, are all scary books always ghost related? Not according to me. Anything that cause me to put the book down is definitely a scary book. So, without further ado and in no particular order, let us all pee in our pants over these scary books that I’ve read.

A/N: I can’t promise you this will be spoiler free, so read at your own risk (but I’ll try my best not to spoil everything) and the level of scariness is measured by the number of the screaming emoji with one being the least and five being the most.

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#RetrospectSeries

September: in retrospect

Ten days into October and I finally am back with my #RetrospectSeries. Was I lazy? Yep, most definitely. Was I just being forgetful? Quite possibly, since I only have a memory span of a goldfish. Was I busy? Well, if you consider wallowing in self pity is a major activity, yes I am most definitely busy that I didn’t have time to write and post the September #RetrospectSeries.

Remember when I said that August was a blur?

Yeah, well, September was no better. I felt like I was just running around doing loads of stuffs.

I went to Cartagena.

For work, mind you. Was it fun? It was work, what do you expect? Being in Cartagena cemented what I have been suspecting for the last six years, I am not cut up for the job that I have right now, but after investing six in a half years of my life here, the most responsible thing to do would be to stick it through until the end. Sounds like a coward’s reasoning? Maybe.

The search for the perfect apartment has come to an end.

Okay, calling it the perfect apartment is stretching it, but it is as close as I can get.  After a long debacle of finding the apartment, it all boils down to top three. The first apartment was a one bed room apartment with a tacky ceiling. And after awhile, I made peace with it and was about to sign the lease, but I was still holding on hope to the second apartment.

The second apartment was a two bedroom apartment. The owner speaks English which bodes well with me, and was very accommodating. Well, that was until they said I had to pay a deposit worth of three months rent of the apartment, and that I was only able to rent the place for only a year! Are you kidding me? I have to pay a three months deposit only to be kicked out by next year and have to go through the whole process of apartment search again? Nay!

During this ordeal, I randomly stumbled upon the third apartment. A one bedroom apartment that was strategically located and the owner was incredibly nice. Fast forward to mid September, I finally have my own apartment.

Filling up your house is not like in The Sims.

After I signed my contract to rent the apartment, I immediately went on a shopping spree to fill up the house. At that moment, I had only have a bed and a sofa bed. No TV, refrigerator, heater, plates, washing machine, etc. It was crazy! It was not fun! It was nothing like decorating your house in The Sims. And to top it all off, I had only a handful of Pesos with me, because half of the pesos was used to pay for my rent.

At the end of the day, however crazy it was, September has come to an end.

And I still haven’t felt like I’m home.

cheers-dilchh

Rambling about books

Break down and cry.

 

One of the hardest question I would have to answer when it comes to book is, “what makes a good book?”

To me, a good book is one that can bring me to tears, or at least close enough to it. Why? I’m dead inside. It’s hard for me to express my emotion, other than anger, mind you.

To read a book that could move me to tears deserves more than a standing ovation from me. For reasons I don’t quite understand, I want to compile a list of books that have brought me down to a puddle of mess by the time I finished reading it. In no particular order, let’s all break down and cry over these books.

In no particular order

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