— C.S. Lewis
— Donald Miller (from Blue Like Jazz; still reading!)
— Jerry Spinelli (Just stumbled upon this quote. I should start reading Love, Stargirl.)
— Steve Jobs (CNNMoney/Fortune, November 9, 1998)
Someone had been using my old toothbrush for months. Found out about it when someone else replaced the said toothbrush. But no, not for me.
It is pointless to defend its ownership. No matter how much you insist or keep proving that the toothbrush is actually yours because you bought it yourself (and its bristles have turned into a crazy opposite-mohawk because you brush really, really hard and for that it sticks out of the rest in the communal container), you still lose. After all the detective work, the clearest of truths is that you’ve shared spit with someone else for almost every single day of the past month or so.
I no longer feel secure in my own home. Ha ha ha.
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For your reference, I’ve included below a photo of an old toothbrush. I am quite obsessed with having to intensely brush my choppers. A friend even told me that brushing the teeth is actually a mechanical process, not a chemical one. Makes sense. And no one else in our household does the same thing. No one!
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you
I’ve never had a selfless thought since I was born
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through
I want God, you, all friends merely to serve my turn
Peace, reassurance, pleasure are the goals I seek
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin
I talk of love, a scholar’s parrot may talk Greek
but, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin
Only that now you have taught me,
but how late my lack, I see the chasm
and everything you are was making my heart
into a bridge, by which I might get back from
exile and grow man…
and now the bridge is breaking
For this I bless you as the ruin falls
the pains you give me are more precious than
all other gains.
(“As the Ruin Falls” by C. S. Lewis)
- There are great demands from the hippocampus for directions and measurement estimations, which I am not particularly a master of.
- I thank God for giving me a very patient dad. I am treated as an adult and I don’t feel like a n00b at all. Except when I press on the brakes too hard, too quickly. Like a knee-jerk reaction when I see a dog from three feet away. (Cue applause.)
- I completely understand when my dad/my female boss/my brother, at times, ignores my stories while driving.
- I am amazed at the accomplishment of singing Blondie’s “One Way or Another” while driving. Complete with key changes and such. Like a baws.
- Imagine having to quickly change views: rear-view mirror, left side mirror, right side mirror, the road, dad. Intense. View of front passenger is unnecessary but unavoidable when the person begins to speak. Especially with me being the type who usually looks at the person talking in the eye. Thank God I am still alive.
- This short attention span of mine has to go. It has to go to a far, far away land called Improvement. (Whut.)
- St. Paul Road in Makati is a killer. We have double-parked cars on a two-lane road! And today at the end of that street during practice, I had the car wheel’s mags scratched against the sidewalk for trying to avoid the quick (SURRRPRISSEE!) apparition of a string of taxis entering the street.
- And another realization: driving is where I practice my faith the most. Good job, self! :)


