wander, woman

As if things cannot mystify us more, Pentagon says --"ok, you got us. we might as well get this out now, because you'll never know, re: UFOs ". I mean come on, we all knew that already. But really, now it's like one things less to think about, to wonder about. I find it funny, in like an Agnes Nutter kind of way that things just had to unravel like this.  In a more things-can-be-controlled matter, there's this on going revision of OFW Philhealth contributions (and all other direct contributors) from 2.75% to 3% for 2020. This gets better, as issues of non-remittance plague the agency as of February this year.  This is not actually new-- other agencies have done the same in the past (i need to find this article, it's a case from the Phil embassy in Sg) So I don't know.  But here's what I know: We need to pay attention more The Day the Saucers Came Gaiman That Day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden, Silent, coming down from the sky like great...

How's everyone doing? Today is sunny. I am thankful for that, although we can't really get out and enjoy the warmth. My houseplants are soaking it up, I try to do shifts with them in that special spot near the window where the sunlight strikes for a good 3 hours in the morning. I do rotations for everyone, expect for the Muscaris (they are there already, but not nearest the window) and the African Violet (which seems not to do well with sort of direct sunning). A has christened the Muscaris btw: Dime, Nickel, Blueberry and Joe Jr. Nope-- don't ask me why. Heard in the news that Quebec is opening up soon, like in 2 weeks. They're starting with schools outside Montreal, then a week in, schools in Montreal. It's long been believed that there's this direct correlation between cities and pandemics . Suppose it's population density, reliance on public space and heavy usage of public infrastructure like transportation. I really wonder how this event will alt...

I had so much content yesterday I missed a daily post. Pft. Anyway, I have been tinkering with the ukulele for years (years!) and sad to say I've never really gone to a passable level of playing. I can do the chords, my strumming is limited to 'I'm Yours' (i mean, who doesn't after years of not touching the thing? well, me). But playing the ukulele for me is never just about the challenge (if you can even call my level of commitment a response to a challenge), it was about having fun. I like trying out new songs, never mind if my level of mastery is nil. I found chords of some of the Weeknd's songs, and Regina's, and I'm all set. I throw in some Mileys everynow and then, simply because-- well, I can. :) Yesterday was caring less about what other people may think, I just thought well fork this-- some people express themselves by copying and lip syncing to someone in social media, and I love to showcase songs I like by singing them while playing the ...

I am cooking up a study on migrant returnees and return migration, and I thought it's an opportune time to look at it in terms of how the pandemic has affected migrant returns. There's this preliminary study made by  Ang and Opiniano (2020)  under Ateneo (i think), and it touched on an impending crisis. But being a people person that I am, I thought I would like to gather data from the returnees themselves, and more than that-- insights on return. I thought this experience has made them experience return, and has given them a glimpse of their life upon return. I wanted to look at it in a timeline, a sort of pre-/ during/ post- process. I mean these are extraordinary times, but one has to document a sort-of pessimistic scenario, don't you think? Besides, it makes you curious about the thought process involved. Has the pandemic affected their decision making for the future? In what sense (ie have they thought about getting insurance, investments (what types), etc)? These in...

I reread this entry from my other blog (i have no idea why there is another blog done within the same timeline, i have forgotten). And holy molly. I liked it. Why do I sound so profound when I write about despair? Anyway-- I know I have promised this before, and I guess making promises are not that effective for me. So here's a challenge: I post something everyday. On a really good day, I write. Before I get side tracked, this thing below is good one. Trust me. impromptu 4:04 (posted Dec 14 2016) When things don't go as planned, or you're just too flustered to understand, go home and regroup. go home and reflect. time has always a way of orchestrating life in retrospect. Because dreams pile up, tears may have been shed, but remember you came here with nothing, only dreams some of which you're forgetting. So recall what you've always wanted in the first place Remember those that are necessary. when things get in the way of living, and the fear of what may happ...