Birthday Schmirthday

13 October 2017, 00:00

Anecdote • Culture

By Will Galang

Last week, I filed for a leave from the office to coincide with my birthday. The Wifey did the same thing. And today, we just stayed at home, ordered food delivery, and just basically took time off from the rigors of work, unplugged and offline, just taking naps and watching TV. If our lives would be the subject of a reality show, it would be the most boring television show in history.

Birthday Cake

I still remember when birthdays would mean a special day with the family. But when one is older, birthdays would often pass quickly like an uneventful, ordinary day. (I guess my subconscious is longing for my childhood days again.) Maybe I’ll go out and treat The Wifey for a nice lunch or dinner over the weekend. Maybe I can still break bread with my father and younger sister next weekend when they’re free. Maybe I can go out with my closest friends, for coffee and cake and maybe more, within the course of the month, something that I truly look forward to. But that’s about it for me. I’m not really into lavish birthday parties, I never really had one anyway even during those times that I can afford to throw one.

Nowadays is not the best phase of my personal life. But I’m thankful my body continues to hold up to stay alive, be there for The Wifey when she needs me.

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Strike: The Cuckoo’s Calling

8 October 2017, 18:44

Culture • TV Show

By Will Galang

Caught up this weekend with the first three episodes of “Strike”, a British TV series based on the detective novels written by Robert Galbraith — who actually happens to be J. K. Rowling in real life. The aforementioned episodes were based on the crime fiction “The Cuckoo’s Calling” published 2013 and is the first novel released under the Cormoran Strike series. (It was followed by “The Silkworm” in 2014 and “Career of Evil” in 2015.)

Strike: The Cuckoo's Calling

In the BBC television adaptation, Tom Burke stars as Cormoran Strike, a dead broke war veteran who lost his left leg during his tour of duty in Afghanistan. Strike is also the illegitimate son of a rock star. The show also features Holliday Grainger (I wonder if Rowling toyed with the idea of casting Emma Watson for this role) as Robin Ellacott, Strike’s temporary office assistant who is in the process of determining what she wants to do and where she wants to fit in. “The Cuckoo’s Calling” is about the death of a supermodel that was initially ruled as suicide. But then, a family member of the deceased sought Strike to investigate further, giving the latter an opportunity to reinvigorate his office, his career, and his life.

Needless to say, I am hooked. And there’s more to come! Excuse me for now. Perhaps I’ll go out and get the books.

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Still In The Doldrums

7 October 2017, 22:50

Anecdote • Culture

By Will Galang

Going through a really tough phase, personal and workwise. More on the former though it could impact hugely on the latter. But life is not supposed to be easy even as one grows older — and closer to death. Maybe I really am closer to death. Lately, my mind has been playing songs inside my head, old songs that I haven’t heard in a while yet become lingering ear-worms — “Last Song Syndrome” as Filipinos love to call it. Sometimes I wonder what my brain is up to. Maybe it’s trying to play flashbacks of old songs to bring back memories of my youth so I could die happy. (But I really don’t want to kick the bucket yet. Dang, I’m not that old. There’s a side of me that believes I still have to do a lot of things before I sign off from this thing called life.) And it’s getting more interesting everyday as my head pulls up rather obscure ditties out of nowhere, even from acts that are not so popular globally. Strawberry Switchblade, anyone? Yeah, I guess I’m going to die soon alright.


I wanted to talk politics but everything is so topsy-turvy on my side of the globe it’s so difficult to put up a coherent base when warring political factions are merely spewing self-righteous idiocies meant to appease their respective blind worshippers. Perhaps I’ll just keep on updating the Photography section of this website for now. Off-hours, it’s probably one of the few things that’s keeping my sanity intact nowadays.

Later, people.

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“Oh, The Humanity!”

24 September 2017, 16:55

Anecdote • Culture

By Will Galang

News about certain personalities — religious, deranged, or religiously deranged — crowing about so-called “end-of-the-world” scenarios almost always bring a smile to my face regardless of how life as we know it would all come to a grinding halt. A lot of times, I silently wish that all of it is true and that we’ll meet our fiery end all at once with our mobile devices in hand, filming in futile an apocalypse that would render the meaning of the word “posterity” absolutely meaningless. Maybe Earth deserves a breather, for human beings are the ones corrupting this beautiful planet, marring its terrain with our hideous structures, turning once pristine waters into oceans of filth. Okay, so the world didn’t end today. Tough luck. Maybe let’s wait for a few months and another doomsayer might just come out at the same time a huge asteroid will sneak pass our monitors and hit us without warning. That would be fun. Or maybe not.

Gal Gadot as Wonder Woman

Anyway, this vacillation I feel towards the survival of humanity came again into front when I finally sat down to catch “Wonder Woman” specifically the exchange near the end between Diana and Ares. One side of me, maybe the dominant part, sympathizes with what the villain wants — the annihilation of the human species. Simple, really. Kill humanity, we “end all the pain, all the suffering, the destruction that they bring.” Men pray for mercy from their imagined gods yet wish destruction upon people they dislike or even hate. However, the other side of me, the submissive one, sees the love, the kindness, the empathy and wishes for life’s perpetuity. But my opinion does not matter, as I am only a mere spectator, living and breathing for a short period, witness to a minuscule span of time, never to be seen or heard from again once my stint on this world is over and done with.

Maybe I’ll fire up a happier movie next time to bring me happier thoughts. Later, people.

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Japanese or Chinese?

23 September 2017, 23:37

Anecdote • Culture

By Will Galang

Before doing our usual grocery chores Saturday mid-afternoon, The Wifey and I were having different cravings for late lunch. She’s hankering for Japanese cuisine while I wanted Chinese and we’re both adamant in sticking to our guns. To break the impasse, we resorted to the fairest method we both agree on — a game of rock-paper-scissors. Best-of-five.


She won: Wifey 3, Me 0. I graciously accepted my defeat and prepared myself for some Japanese fare. So, hello Ramen Nagi! It really wasn’t bad at all. I had my usual favorite Original King Butao Ramen. The Wifey went for the same although I wrote in my order slip that my spiciness level be set to 5 — out of 10. With an extra serving of noodles and Tamago to boot, I was filled to the brim, needless to say. We both cleaned out our respective bowls. If there was a Japanese ramen sensei at the kitchen and saw what we did, they’d be proud of what we have accomplished. I picked that one up from one of my favorite films, タンポポ (Tampopo), the one where a mediocre ramen joint was transformed into one perhaps worthy of multiple Michelin stars by a ragtag group of noodle experts and enthusiasts.

I think I want another serving. It was one of those times I was glad to have lost a game or gave up a craving. Win-win, I guess.

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Badly Drawn Girl

12 September 2017, 00:00

Anecdote • Drawing

By Will Galang

There was an art class of sorts at work today handled by artists from the Creative Group. My (younger) co-workers who expressed interest at attending late last week asked me if I wanted to tag along with them. (The event is open to anyone interested, regardless of one’s line of work at the company.) Although I’m technically working on a report, it’s not yet due for a couple of days or what, so off I went with my teammates. (Plus, our team boss was with us anyway. Teehee.)

At the Training Room, with the rest of the participants from other departments, we were swiftly grouped into pairs after a rather somewhat awkward (at least, that’s how I felt) ice-breaker. Before we dove into the actual drawing lessons, we were given a task that would involve our assigned partner — we would sketch each others faces on paper using pencil as medium. I haven’t drawn anything, much less a face, for several years now using whatever method. This certainly was a challenge for me.


My buddy for the drawing activity is Mae from Investments and Finance. We picked a table at the Training Room to do our work after saying our “hellos” and sat across one another. We were only given 10 minutes! With drawing pencils in each other’s hands, we chatted briefly about our respective roles in the organization as we try to work on our assignments. Mae had an easier job. All she had to do is draw a really huge fat circle, slap in some hair, and render some eyeglasses, and voilà, already an accurate representation of myself. While I had to apologize in advance if I couldn’t fairly illustrate her well-delineated eyebrows, a remark which drew a hearty chuckle from her.

In the end, all I could muster was a badly drawn face of a young lady I didn’t do justice to. Seriously, I did my best. Forgive me for I already forgot the fundamentals for proportionately drawing a face, so this would have to do. And the whole activity — from the initial sketching salvo to the shading exercises — felt therapeutic for me, a welcome diversion from my day-to-day analytics routine. (Not that I don’t enjoy doing that stuff, okay?)

Till next time.

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So Hard To Be Like Mike

10 September 2017, 00:00

Anecdote • Basketball

By Will Galang

Whenever I remember the so-called “Flu Game” of Michael Jordan, it always makes me mightily cringe for a couple of reasons. First, Jordan and the Chicago Bulls beat my Utah Jazz in the NBA Finals. Twice. Consecutive seasons. To this day, those Finals losses still sting for a fan like me and Jordan was largely responsible for those back-to-back heartbreaks. Second, I really don’t understand how Jordan could perform so great on the hardwood floor even if he was down with the flu. There he was, in all his stricken state, pouring 38 points against a championship-hungry Jazz. The series was tied 2-2 and Utah was playing in their home court. I recall how confident I felt watching that game on TV, knowing that John Stockton, Karl Malone, and the rest of the crew won’t let this decisive Game 5 slip away. Not on their turf.

But they will be denied by someone who wanted this game even more, someone who was not even 100% physically, but still managed to give more than 100% of his all to pull the rug under Stockton and company, making the right clutch plays in the end, hitting the crucial shots when the Bulls needed it the most. This all happened 20 years ago but it feels like this nightmare happened yesterday whenever this incident crosses my mind.


So what triggered the recollection? I’m feeling under the weather again. And I was just hit by the flu a couple of months ago. And when I’m sick like that, I couldn’t even function normally. I felt so sick all I wanted to do was sleep but my terrible condition wouldn’t even let me doze off. It’s so terribly difficult to move, what with every part of my body throbbing with pain, burning with high fever, it doesn’t even feel comfortable to lie in bed. I felt so weak, so useless.

Then Jordan started dancing in my head, vivid images of his fluid motion of driving to the basket and craftily pulling up for a fadeaway, the ball ripping the nets so clean every single time. And I wonder how he does it. He’s flu-stricken and he’s winning vital games in a championship series. I’m flu-stricken and I couldnt even get out of bed to go to work, a desk job at that. I have always respected Jordan, but I never rooted for him and his Bulls all those times he played there. But whenever I’m afflicted with influenza and the Flu Game comes to mind, those were times that I always cry, “I wanna be like Mike!”

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9 September 2017, 00:00

Anecdote • Site News

By Will Galang

Hello! Welcome to the latest incarnation of I’m testing the waters all over again, uncertain if I can regain the level of engagement I had before in my old (and now offline) blogs. Conventional blogging is, well, relatively dead or slowly dying, its heydays are long gone. Although I agree with the thought that it’s here to stay in the background. (Nowadays, although Content is still king, Social Media is the reigning queen. For how long, that remains to be seen. It all can be so ephemeral.) But I still enjoy writing. Yes, it’s easier to post a photo online or shoot a quick video using your mobile devices. But for me, there’s something truly satisfying about stringing words together to express your thoughts and ideas.

(c) Apple

Now that I have a newfound resolve — I think — to maintain an online presence to complement my social media channels, I might as well put it to productive use for the satisfaction of my creative side. Not just for the writing part, but for photography as well. I’m not a professional photographer though, just a hobbyist. But I’ll use this place to post pictures as well, old and recent ones.

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