a record of thoughts

The South Trip (Set 2)

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The South Trip (Set 1)

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INTRODUCTION

Before December begins, I should have used all my vacation days from work. It was the last two weeks of November. Usually, I spend my vacation in the overseas, but this year, I opted for a domestic trip with Frances.

I did not plan the trip ahead of time like I usually do things. Planning a trip most of the time does not work for me because things happen in between. I’ve been irking to go south this time, especially to Texas. It has been in the back of my head. Only financial burden and fear was pinning me down. That’s another thing why I don’t plan my trips; I get over the fear. So during the weekend when I picked up Frances from the airport (she came from Las Vegas, but originally from Vancouver, BC) I was thinking about the trip while driving. From there, I decided to do it. Face the music later. (more…)

I was on the bus today and at a stop, a woman at around her 50s climbed the bus. The bus isn’t full, just a loose. The woman didn’t walk all the way to the back, instead she stood in front of me, hoping to get a seat because there’s an empty seat, but another man’s things are on it. The man just took a glance at her and did not do anything. He’s a black man. The man just went along with what he was doing and finally gathered his things as he’s nearing his stop. The woman, whom I suspect is Filipino and I can only describe as someone who has the attitude and demeanor of a Spaniard. So if you’re a Filipino reading this, quickly gather your thoughts on what a Kastila is like for a moment. The woman took the seat after the man took everything off of it. (more…)

Winnipeg, Manitoba — It’s been a while since my last entry and here I am full of expectations for this one. I don’t like Canadians. I have been solid about that for years now. I don’t like them politically, culturally and throw in also economically. (more…)

I’m currently reading Ayn Rand’s We The Living and I would like to post the notables (according to me). That way I won’t forget the things I pick-up from her. (more…)