November’s Highlight

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This month’s highlight went unplanned (one of those random encounter). But it was still as fun as hell.

Here are our gang: Enda, Esthir, Jeremy (me), Selvi (my cuddly, curly adorable little girlfriend, the other counterpart of this blog’s writer), and Dita.

We are graced by the presence of Jojo!!! A very cute little poodle brought to the premise by Dita. He is so adorable, playful, yet calm dog. We took the risk of bringing him into Coffee no. 27–this cafe where me and Selvi are regulars. Thankfully the baristas let Jojo in XD.

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Isn’t he adorable?

We spent the night laughing, playing with Jojo, and taking a handful of photos and videos.

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Everybody wants a piece of Jojo!!

Thank you for the highlight everyone. And thank you for Coffee no. 27 😀 (oh by the way, it is a really pleasant place to chill if you are around the vicinity).


JC & SA

 

 

Edging the Central

The most important lessons of our lives are often found in places we never expect. For me, they revolve around the topic of time. The catch is that, with time, we do not have the full control over the “when” of spending it. The moment we are sitting around not doing anything is the moment we waste it. The clock never hesitates, the countdown never ceases. This practically makes time the most unrenewable resource of all. And while it is crucial to learn how to spend it, another delicate practical concern of equal importance for me is with whom we spend it.

We all have the highlights of our weeks, or months, years. You know, those time we spend laughing half-drunk with our closest friends, or those small birthday parties with our loved ones, those moments we genuinely enjoy that are forever etched in our memory. Of course, I am not here to exclude the possibility that some people out there find their highlights in seclusion, though I have to admit that I come with an assumption that such cases are rare; that one of the most important foundation of highlights is company. However, beyond that, it takes a great deal of expertise to end up with the company of our selection.

Just how many times have we got stuck with work when our friends are hanging out? Quite recently, I missed my girlfriend’s band show because it coincided with a drama-performance in which I was a committee member. I have to admit, despite how amazing the drama performance was, despite the applause it garnered at the curtains-close, I’d rather have spent the evening attending my girlfriend’s show. Reflecting on that event, I realized that my error often lies in my submissive tendency towards work. I accept project here and there without realizing that only very few precious moments truly mean something and leave marks in my life—the highlights.

This leads to a realization that I have been living my life without a clear guideline on the process. Clearly, most of us (including me) already have goals set in our minds—the days we wish to arrive at and savor, a finish line to earn through all that hard works. But only so few of us know how to wisely live every other day outside of it. If highlight is so important to my life, if that is the central, how exactly do I edge its peripheral? This obviously is still a personal reflection in need of an answer. But it opens up the senses that while highlights have been sort of random encounters in most of our lives, it is really up to us to arrange the timetable–to say no to appointment with people who are not really up there in our social circle, to make sure that we sit on a dinner table of our choosing, to cheer in a party we really belong, to get drunk together with the right folks, or to end up in a seat of a performance we truly wish to see.


 JC

Pedal the Damn Brake

Monday is rarely fun; I think most people will agree with me on that. What is much less fun, however, is being bumped by a motorbike on your way to campus, on a Monday morning. After the bruises and sighs (that you would wind up having after an epic acrobatic roll on the rough texture of the road), and after forgiving the careless rider (not before cursing him repeatedly per common courtesy), comes a moment for me to reflect on that accident.

I get hit by bikes quite often. If surviving such bump were a legit party trick, I would have been a cool kid with thousand Instagram followers by now. Nevertheless, it is hard for me not to ask why. Yes, why? Why the firetruck does everybody seem to be on a rush, even when they are sitting on a marvelous two-tired piece of engineering that allows them to go faster than, say, a poor, quirky looking, half-sleepy pedestrian. The answer seems to lie behind the rush factor, which is the one thing shaping the hasty-frenzy that seems to be the trend these days.

When I say rush factor, I actually speak of this popular opinion that productivity is defined by how many activities we can cram within our 24-hour schedule. Obviously, since the aforementioned 24-hour day does not really comes in 24 hours (with the sleep, time spent on the road when the damn red light happens to show 115 countdown and whatnot), it seems to act more than just a light incentive for us to ignore the brake for whatever it is we are doing.

Of course, positioning myself as a small collateral-damage of the haste-parade will not make a compelling persuasion for slowing-down (fun-fact: you need to die on the street to make a case). But as propagated by our politicians, if you cannot convince people, just confuse the crap out of them. So let me start with the question: how exactly does productivity correlate with the number of activities done in a day? After all, it is this very assumption that fuels our reluctance to step on brakes. If that seems like a silly question, take a while to consider the two aspects of productivity: quantity and quality. The thing about getting more done within a day is to be concerned more with quantity than quality. And while theoretically that may reside in a gray area, realistically it causes us more harm than good.

Despite the assistance from the modern artifacts like computer, there are only so many activities a person can manage. In fact, when we get to the threshold of the amount of tasks we are capable of doing (or multitasking, if that is your thing you masochist), we pay less attention to the quality of our work. A good example to this is if you were to have me as your dishwasher: if you ask me to wash it cleaner, you may need to wait past the dinnertime before everyone gets their plate. If you ask me to wash it quicker, you would be able to start the dinner on clock, though not without the residual fermented breadcrumbs from last meal on your plate.

Instead of chasing numbers, we should update our understanding that maximizing productivity better translates to wisely determining the optimal point between quality and quantity of work being done. This prevents us of from getting caught in a rush that we have little control of (and from rolling over that poor pedestrian, obviously). This would allow us more control over our work, our surrounding, and ultimately our time management. Who knows, those pesky Mondays may become a little bit more friendly if we just know how to jot the brake every once in a while.


 JC

In Falsifying Lights

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These lashes upon the somber

Glamour still, sedated sight

In falsifying lights prior the night

In transcending the confining hour

 

The puzzle of this century has been the cringe of what liberty may lurk beneath the liquor glass; and the ultimate wonder of capturing freedom within the ear-clogs.

 

In falsifying lights prior the night

In transcending the confining hour

Faux-control, in desperate and sour

Retreat from day to seize but fright

 

The irony of the century lies within the chorus over the eve; in resisting the avant-garde through an overt denial for the obsolete.


JC