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Maybe anger is the only emotion that moves me these days, that’s why I like provoking it. My latest method is accepting writing assignments that involve the government. It’s impossible to stay apathetic when you keep learning anew just how much bullshit they feed us everyday. There’s an anomaly everywhere you probe and you don’t even have to dig that deep.

The saddest was that time I researched about a certain organization that helps out marginalized communities. You might have already heard about this one—the PEACe Bonds scam. As per usual, it caused “some” money to be pocketed by certain people and certain private companies. Know what PEACe stands for? Poverty Eradication and Alleviation Certificates. It’s been more than a decade and this one’s still unresolved. If you research further, you’ll find that the person who spearheaded this project is Dinky Soliman—she has since become the secretary of the, ehem, Department of Social Welfare and Development. You might have been hearing about her in last month’s news because Sen. Miriam is out to probe her about the unaccounted for 5 billion pesos over at Philpost. Even this news is old now and Dinky’s dirt is just getting absorbed into a word that’s been dulled into something people have just gotten used to. Oh, you know, “corruption.” Shrug. (Read about the PEACe Bonds scam here.)

That’s just one. It’s a given that Philippine politics is nasty business, but it’s even nastier. If you look beyond trending areas covered by the media, you’ll only find more. And then more.

There are more government projects other than the overpriced Makati buildings you need to dig about. I’m reading about heritage projects right now. So far, it’s not yet as bad as the last subject I researched—that one made me so miserable I actually cried.

Come, let’s work ourselves into astronomical rages.

"All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think, we become."
— Maharishi Mahesh Yogi (via likethesun)

(via lots-of-planets-have-a-north)

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But the 8-hour workday is too profitable for big business, not because of the amount of work people get done in eight hours (the average office worker gets less than three hours of actual work done in 8 hours) but because it makes for such a purchase-happy public. Keeping free time scarce means people pay a lot more for convenience, gratification, and any other relief they can buy. It keeps them watching television, and its commercials. It keeps them unambitious outside of work.

We’ve been led into a culture that has been engineered to leave us tired, hungry for indulgence, willing to pay a lot for convenience and entertainment, and most importantly, vaguely dissatisfied with our lives so that we continue wanting things we don’t have. We buy so much because it always seems like something is still missing.

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I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS SELF-IMPOSED ABSTINENCE I NEED NEW BOOKS.

I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS SELF-IMPOSED ABSTINENCE I NEED NEW BOOKS.

"1. push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.

2. push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.

3. get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.

4. stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.

5. buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.

6. buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.

7. strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.

8. organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.

9. have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.

10. push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.

11. message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.

13. think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.

14. become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.

15. lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you."

(via elauxe)

A self care list. I’ve been working on this. I promise it’s worth it.

(via sweetbloodsomalia)

(Source: emma-elsworthy, via freakypencils)

therumpus:

Corrections by Grant Snider.

therumpus:

Corrections by Grant Snider.

Writing 101 Day Six: A Character-Building Experience

Today, you’ll write about the most interesting person you’ve met in 2014. In your twist, develop and shape your portrait further in a character study.

"Is this seat taken?" has got to be my favorite introduction. And because I am always out solo at some cafe trying to get some writing done (while keeping my eyes and ears perked for interesting going-ons)—the seat in question is always free.

This happened at a coffee and doughnut shop I frequent. Of all the coffee shops I like going to, this one is the nearest and the cheapest, but not the quietest. Aside from accommodating the spill of people from the adjacent mall, this shop is home to students who prefer taking selfies of themselves studying instead of actually studying.

It has a whole cast of recurring characters. There’s the shop manager who’s present every day, even on weekends. There’s the Chinese man whose hairline has completely receded—he always sits facing the window but is too busy tinkering with his touchpad to notice the view. There’s a barong-wearing man who is probably some hotshot executive from the chain’s office next door. He acts like he owns the place and I hate him. One time, just outside the shop, barong-guy stopped an errand boy hurrying inside from the drizzle and gestured for a cup of water as he was too busy talking on his phone. He didn’t even mouth or nod a thank-you—just grabbed the plastic cup, finished the water, and left the litter hanging on some trellis when the trash can was just two steps away. Having watched his show of arrogance in its entirety, I gathered all my things, marched outside, retrieved the plastic cup with a flourish, and made a spectacle out of throwing the damned thing in the trash can. And then I sashayed away, breaking eye contact only because my neck ain’t 360°-capable.

Then there’s me, with the mess of magazines and papers, scribbling away on a notebook in between intervals of unapologetic people-watching and eavesdropping. The staff recognizes me by my customary strawberry doughnut and black coffee combo, and the way my eyes dart from side to side in case barong-guy attacks from a piña bush.

And lastly, there’s the main character of this story—a man called Bong.

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(Source: docmuerte, via kateordie)

octoberacid:

broadlybrazen:

[Image description: screenshot of Facebook photo and its comment page. Photo shows white girl displaying mehndi on her hands. The relevant comment reads, "Love it!  I like how it looks on people with light skin. The artistry stands out so much better.”] hahahaha, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. yeah everything is so much fucking better with or on white people! INCLUDING THIS! Indian bridal mehndi: sorry, desi folk, it’s nice that you came up with something so pretty, but white people just wear it better! it’s a fucking ancient practice described in the earliest Vedic texts, used during festivals and holy days and weddings. it’s a beautiful part of my culture that I love, something I linger over in old family wedding photos, something I’ve worn to temple and during festivals, something I plan to wear at my own wedding someday. and guess what, y’all? apparently, I WILL NEVER DO IT AS WELL AS WHITE PEOPLE. I experienced an honest-to-God rage blackout when I found this bullshit on my Facebook newsfeed this morning. It was in no way helped when I tried searching for mehndi photos on Pinterest, and like 50% of them were white girls. I just cannot deal with white people who decide that other cultures are so ~COOL~ and ~EXOTIC~ and want a piece. You can look, but don’t touch, okay? Just don’t. I’m glad you think that our “henna tattoos” are so pretty, but before you decide that you want to wear my culture’s clothes and body art and jewelry, before you decide that we’ve created something worthy of your notice so you’ll just swoop in and lift it wholesale, wear my fucking skin for a day.Wear my brown skin. Listen to the bullshit you hear when you wear saris and mehndi and bindis, listen to people calling you “dothead” and making fun of your accent and thinking your dad is a terrorist. Wear my brown skin under your fucking henna. You want my culture, don’t fucking half-ass it, you motherfucking white imperialist thief. Take all of it. Take the racism, take the hatred, take the bullshit. Take my wounded civilization forever marked by white imperialism and colonialism, my religion misrepresented and demonized by white missionaries. Take all of it, do you hear me?Take all of it and live with it, live with it and love it alongside the pain and grief and fear. And then fucking tell me how pretty you look in mehndi.Goddamn white people. This is why we can’t have nice things. I literally cannot check my goddamn Facebook or fuck around having some fun on Pinterest without some jackass reminding me of my place in the world, reminding me that even when my culture isn’t the object of outright derision and hatred, it’s going to be exoticized and stolen and “so much better” when it’s performed by people with white skin. These same people will naturally totally fail to understand why you’re pissed off because how it can be racist when the perpetrator just really LIKES something, they’re celebrating your culture (by stealing it, after trampling it and shaming you for it), omg WHY ARE YOU BEING SO MEAN?!

Yes. You want my culture? Take my pain with it. Being 5 years old and being told I’m going to hell because my parents are terrorists. Kids calling me “dirty” because of my skin. Crying everyday at home trying to scrub the color out of my skin. Don’t just take the wonderful things. Take the fucking pain. After all of that, then wear the fucking bindi and henna. Because that’s what keeps me going. That makes me proud of who I am. Don’t taint it with your intention to be “cultured”.

octoberacid:

broadlybrazen:

[Image description: screenshot of Facebook photo and its comment page. Photo shows white girl displaying mehndi on her hands. The relevant comment reads, "Love it! I like how it looks on people with light skin. The artistry stands out so much better.”]

hahahaha, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. yeah everything is so much fucking better with or on white people! INCLUDING THIS! Indian bridal mehndi: sorry, desi folk, it’s nice that you came up with something so pretty, but white people just wear it better!

it’s a fucking ancient practice described in the earliest Vedic texts, used during festivals and holy days and weddings. it’s a beautiful part of my culture that I love, something I linger over in old family wedding photos, something I’ve worn to temple and during festivals, something I plan to wear at my own wedding someday. and guess what, y’all? apparently, I WILL NEVER DO IT AS WELL AS WHITE PEOPLE.

I experienced an honest-to-God rage blackout when I found this bullshit on my Facebook newsfeed this morning. It was in no way helped when I tried searching for mehndi photos on Pinterest, and like 50% of them were white girls.

I just cannot deal with white people who decide that other cultures are so ~COOL~ and ~EXOTIC~ and want a piece. You can look, but don’t touch, okay? Just don’t. I’m glad you think that our “henna tattoos” are so pretty, but before you decide that you want to wear my culture’s clothes and body art and jewelry, before you decide that we’ve created something worthy of your notice so you’ll just swoop in and lift it wholesale, wear my fucking skin for a day.

Wear my brown skin. Listen to the bullshit you hear when you wear saris and mehndi and bindis, listen to people calling you “dothead” and making fun of your accent and thinking your dad is a terrorist. Wear my brown skin under your fucking henna. You want my culture, don’t fucking half-ass it, you motherfucking white imperialist thief. Take all of it. Take the racism, take the hatred, take the bullshit. Take my wounded civilization forever marked by white imperialism and colonialism, my religion misrepresented and demonized by white missionaries. Take all of it, do you hear me?

Take all of it and live with it, live with it and love it alongside the pain and grief and fear. And then fucking tell me how pretty you look in mehndi.

Goddamn white people. This is why we can’t have nice things. I literally cannot check my goddamn Facebook or fuck around having some fun on Pinterest without some jackass reminding me of my place in the world, reminding me that even when my culture isn’t the object of outright derision and hatred, it’s going to be exoticized and stolen and “so much better” when it’s performed by people with white skin.

These same people will naturally totally fail to understand why you’re pissed off because how it can be racist when the perpetrator just really LIKES something, they’re celebrating your culture (by stealing it, after trampling it and shaming you for it), omg WHY ARE YOU BEING SO MEAN?!

Yes. You want my culture? Take my pain with it. Being 5 years old and being told I’m going to hell because my parents are terrorists. Kids calling me “dirty” because of my skin. Crying everyday at home trying to scrub the color out of my skin. Don’t just take the wonderful things. Take the fucking pain. After all of that, then wear the fucking bindi and henna. Because that’s what keeps me going. That makes me proud of who I am. Don’t taint it with your intention to be “cultured”.

(via freakypencils)