It’s been a while since I posted something personal here. I guess I am all so caught up catching up with real life that sometimes I forget to update. However, whenever I post here, I feel excited too, because I have a lot of stories to share (not necessarily would matter to you though.) So that’s one thing too — so much to tell, so distracted to start with, so little time. And speaking of time, I’m still adjusting to my new sched (follow me on Twitter, to tired to talk about this haha aka lame trick to have you follow me on Twitter.) Most of the time I’m cramming in sleep and always half-afraid I won’t wake up on time. One day, I’ll be able to adjust (I hope.) And my fascination with parenthetical phrases is back.
(I saw this from some of the blogs I follow and have some time in my hands, so I gave it a try.)
What I’m writing: And when I say I’m distracted, it means I’ve been watching, reading, listening, working on a lot of things. One of the things eating up my time is making my itineraries for my upcoming trips. I don’t want to share it for now, but I will, though, soon. Basically, I’m just getting OC’d by everything — from budget to the stuff I need (ehem, want) to bring to the accommodations and to the exact time I want to be in where. It’s eating me up, and next time I know it’s time to sleep or go to work. I just hope all my obsession in reading up on all these places results to a good trip or even an enthusiasm to keep up with my blog, hehe. (Relentless plug though: go read my Cambodia series.)
(Also brb’d too many times because I’m keeping up with exchanging tabs and work and tweets and oh who’s that boy over Tumblr, gah. Distracted.)
What I’m drinking (right now): A large cup of Iced Americano from Seattle’s Best and a cup of Coke Zero. Yeah, caffeine.
What I’m watching:
As if I am not distracted enough, I am now in the mission to backtrack the X-men legacy through past media aka film, comic books, and wikia (because internet is awesome) because Days of Future Past had delineated and distorted every bit of what I know of the X-men timeline. I am not particularly the comic book geek but I have loved X-men since Jubilee was the gayest mutant and every bit of gayness in my body longed to be Storm in the animation series circa 90’s. Also, Wolverine’s butt (bless you Huge Jackman), Fassbender and his excellent delivery of Magneto, McAvoy as a disheveled hipster Charles X. Xavier, AND WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT Evan Peters is the best actor to portray Quicksilver — with his excellent, excellent psychoweirdo style of acting (Hello, American Horror Story Season 4) Told ya, I am one distracted overly gay person. And I want to buy that omnibus.
What I’m reading:
I’m about to finish Haruki Murakami’s Dance Dance Dance after my bout with distraction to finish reading a novel. Again, I’m sorely distracted. I usually stop reading Murakami novels in the middle then binge on it after I recover from a whirlwind of emotions. Murakami never fails to put me in an emotional centrifuge spinning intermittently between fast and faster. With Dance, Dance, Dance; I stopped after the nameless narrator (most of his narrators are nameless idky) met Sheep Man because I can’t wrap my head fully on how he played with parallel universes and how there is a clairvoyant and everything is connected and IamtalkinglikeSheepManalready. (That’s my best shot at not spoiling anyone who would want to read it.) Then I decided to binge on it again, and I think I need another break before I start on another Murakami binge. I know my reading pattern is unconventional but it’s how I cope with my distracted self.
What I’m eating: Now? None. Because it’s no-cal Saturdays. No, don’t listen to me. Go eat! I’m not healthy. Kthanksbye.
What I’m thinking:
New York, now and then will always pique my interest. Be it the 50’s Beatniks or the 80’s gay revolution, idc it’s New York. I had an epiphany last night while I was working and reading this New York Times article and realized that New York, no matter how dark, decadent, and degenerated (to some, not to me) it is, has so much story to tell. Every nook and cranny of Gotham has some odd legend or generation and oddly enough as well I love hearing their stories. One of these stories is The Normal Heart, Ryan Murphy’s much-awaited telling of the gay revolution in New York right after the spike of the HIV/AIDS epidemic. Aside from being a valuable addition to my ever-growing HIV/AIDS media collection, it is also an interesting tale of people who lived beautifully amidst a tumultuous decade. Read the New York Times article above before watching and be drawn to stories of people who fought the fight – and how they fought and how they are fighting until now.
(By now, I have acknowledged that this might have thrown you in a whirlwind of thoughts about me. I can also feel you say I’m weird.)
Basically, what I wanna say:
I don’t quite know how to end this post. I just want to document what’s going on with me and to touch base with you. Also, to share what I’ve been binging on, and eventually realize that I am so distracted and I’m blathering most of the time. (Why, Jonver. Y.)
P.S. I’m thinking of a way to concretize my thoughts more because I just can’t go on distracted all my life. Halp! (Especially with my parenthetical tendencies.)
He works in digital advertising but this blog is not about his job. Jonver overshares about his travels, boy dreams, and existentiality on his little space in the world wide web. He finds drunk tweeting amusing - all the more because he's funnier that way.
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