Doers

I finally got to execute a DIY project I have been planning for quite some time. It's a cupboard that I had wanted to put up at the kitchen, so I could store away everything that I don't use often and free up space. This is actually a part of a general 5s initiative that I would like to implement in the entire house that I just moved into. I am starting with the kitchen.

I hired a carpenter to do the installation. But I created the plan- how it would look like, how to cut the wood panels to ensure there is no, if not very minimal, wastage, and how I would like it installed. I got the materials- ply boards, glass, stickers, screws, hinges (there are 3 types- C1, C2, C3), glues and laminates. So basically, he only had to do the manual work, strictly following my instructions.

Entropy

I was told that the best way to scare off wakwak is to tell her her mother’s hair is on fire. My grandfather used to tell us stories about how, when he was a teenager, he would walk home at night for hours, crossing rivers, forests, rolling hills and open fields. Creatures like wakwak, then, were nothing extraordinary, but more of something to be prepared for like the occasional rains in summer. Everybody was expected to know what to do when faced with a monster with very long hair that goes through the victim’s nose and ears and eat his flesh from inside out. My grandfather was only a bit uncomfortable with the possibility. He was not scared. He knew he only had to yell the witch’s mother’s sad plight and whether true or not, she’d scramble home to save the mom.

Ants and Parades

Jack said I should be at the curb exactly after the first afternoon TV soap was over. That  is about as interesting as watching soldier ants scout for food at the kitchen counter. I couldn't sit through the entire program, so I decided to lie on our bamboo couch to pass the time.

The Art of Doing Something

I always want my day to be productive. Whenever the clock hits 4:00 p.m. and I have not done anything worthwhile (by my father's standards), I would feel like I have wasted 5 years of my life. The guilt trip starts. I would avoid passing by the living room mirror lest I'd see someone who has wantonly spent time on things that do not contribute to any form of progress. It's almost an impossible thing to do nothing.