brace for tomorrow

this is it! i’m off to the outside world!

ever since we’ve been cooped up in this quarantine, i’ve never been outside our city. the farthest i’ve gone was to the u-turn slot on kalayaan avenue going back to BGC to get groceries. i was being a responsible citizen of this country. i’d like to believe that in some ways i am a patriot and would actually like this government to succeed. and it’s painful to see that it is failing miserably.

after over three months, our economy can’t take it anymore. people can’t take it anymore. we need sustenance and the moneys we require to buy those can only be obtained through labor.

tomorrow, i’ll be going back to work to get some stuff that would help enable me to work from home more effectively. as it is, my job requires data: data that i have in my office PC. Magpatuloy magbasa brace for tomorrow

can you be an animal lover without being vegetarian?

it’s been something that i’ve asked myself but have not thought of hard enough. to me, you can be a pet-lover and eat meat. but you can’t claim to be an animal lover and enjoy steak and burgers.

to love something (or someone) means you also give that thing a lot of respect — enough that thinking about hurting, and moreso eating, it would be repugnant to you. that’s why i have this issue with people hating people eating dog meat but are perfectly fine eating a quarter-pounder from McDonald’s. or people asking horses to be saved because they are majestic animals but would order a filet mignon at a restaurant. and usually they stand behind ‘animal rights’ to defend their ideology.

well, that doesn’t fly with me. if you love pets then love your pets. don’t impose your belief on others who don’t consider Babe a pet; or Spot; or Luna.

if you’re vegetarian, well… then maybe you can say it’s cruel to eat animals. or keep them as pets. or use them for human tasks. but that’s fine. you do you. just stay away from my bacon.

my desk isn’t mine anymore

i think this is my metaphor for what i am at the moment. nothing is really “mine” mine. i mean, look at it! how does a grown man nearing his 40s have a hello kitty tumbler as a pencil holder and a minecraft stone ore on his desk?!

see that hand holding the mouse? that’s not me, obviously. unless you think i have freakishly small  hands!

with me, right now, everything is shared. i share the desk and PC with my son as of the moment. i actually got the PC to be productive at home and some online learning for my son. little did i know it’ll be hijacked into a Roblox gaming machine. LOL Magpatuloy magbasa my desk isn’t mine anymore