not all is well today

It all started with this conversation with someone who we'd call Christina, my friend since high school. We don't chat often after both of us became working professionals. H*ck, if you're pursuing a career you can consider yourself lucky with less than ten friends who still want to chat with you albeit not that often.

So... she asked her signature "All's well with you?" question, and the rest is...

The rest is...

No, the rest is not history. The rest is my ranting. About how, technically, nobody can say all is well with him/her. There must be at least one, no matter how small, thing, that is not well with him/her.

But this is not the place for such rant. Neither was the time.

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what ksy has that my mother doesn't

... Fruit Roll-Ups.
-- The One with Ross and Monica's Cousin --

Besides that...
-- Bewitched by Bella's Brother --

I watched a YouTube video not a long while ago where Kang Seung-Yoon, a band member, stated something like "I don't want to make our fans feel embarrassed for being, well, our fans." He explained further that fangirling (and fanboying) is an activity that is frowned upon by a considerable amount of people in South Korea. "So I will work hard to erase that stigma."

He made people generally reply politely to him: "No Seung Yoon, I'm proud of you." 'I don't feel ashamed at all being your fan.' "You have worked hard."

Would he still get the same result had my mother's paraphrased words been used instead? "Be a good fan, do xxx and yyy for me, don't bring shame to your idols! And don't forget to do zzz! Don't embarrass us in front of our fellow artists!"

Consideration. It's a good thing that an artist could be so considerate.

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it should've been a heartwarming video

I saw a video of a lost cat reunited to its owner. The owner being interviewed about the moment they contacted him after scanning the 19 y.o. cat's microchip. "A couple of weeks before she called I thought there's going to be something special about this Christmas..." That's when it I lost it. There's nothing special for my Christmasses. I mean, aside from Jesus coming to the world and what it entails, and stuff. My birthdays, anniversaries, nothing. Nobody bothered to make them special.

I scrambled over to my snack cabinet at the first sting of tears on my left eye. Food has always succeeded to comfort me, but this time it failed. All the resentments came flooding me like violent sea waves: the latest one being having to go to work amid this Covid 19 outbreak, while my mother-in-law spent 14 months of minimum wage (my money!) in a whim to feed her ego.

I don't want to be someone who's drowning in tears at 7 a.m. holding a piece of loenpia Semarang. I believe nobody does. But can we really help it?

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