Jumbo Dumbo Thoughts

Jumbo Dumbo Thoughts

Relativity and subjectivity. These are things that would differ from person to person, depending on how an individual was brought up or what kind of influences surrounds him or her. Opinions vary, with consideration from whose perspective the speaker is coming from. However, a guy tries to rationalize abstract concepts and societal issues with charts and data, creating something fascinating and beautiful in attempted black and white.

The data blog, as the blogger calls it, tackles a range of topics from scalping and the laws of demand and supply to Yolanda’s foreign aid flow. To be honest, the former entry was what enticed me to delve more into his blog. I love how he is able to organize his insights into one coherent thought, with concrete evidences from self-made infographics based from reliable sources. I don’t personally know the guy, but he’s pretty popular for his brilliance and so I’m a little familiar with him. The last I heard from him, he represented our university along with three other Accountancy students (well, him and another student were double degree holders) in a competition (forgot whether it’s a business case or Olympiad-type) and won the whole thing; they are set to compete again abroad sometime next year. He has a lot of other credentials that I’ve only ever heard of because of my friends, but the point is: the dude is a genius. If you’re not convinced, then check out his blog. I’m sure there’s an entry (or two) out there that’ll appeal to you and amuse you immensely, as it did to me.

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Letterman – w4m – Taft Avenue

Hello, reader! You’re about to see a story similar to the ones seen in Metro Manila Missed Connections  (which I’m going to talk about one of these days, among other things). Actually I’m contemplating whether to put this up as an entry. This is a hybrid of an entry for the site and what happened before W met M. So please don’t be confused if I start writing in the third person and then shift to first person – with me referring to a “you”; that was intentional. For now, I’ll just let this sit in my blog.

It was a typical weekday. Ugh. Monday – I hate Mondays. Granted, this day marks the start of our school’s university week, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s a boring Monday. I had only the booths to look forward to. Chocolate. I’m craving for chocolate.

I go through the same routine, being woken up by my mom at dawn at prepping myself for the day half-asleep. I usually run out of time in the mornings because I spend majority of it in the bathroom, staring into space while simultaneously forcing myself to take a bath. I get a ride from my dad, up to EDSA. He goes to work, I go up the overpass and towards the LRT station. I get to the mall and LRT’s intersection; for a split second I hesitate, but I proceed to the mall to get breakfast. There’s still time, anyways. And it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve done it; nowadays I do it almost every day. It’s a waste of money, but old habits die hard. I finish snacking, and I only have a few minutess left before my first class starts.

I don’t want to be late, so I hurry to get my bag checked and ticket bought. I see the train approaching. The lines for the booth are short, but the throng of people lined up on the platform are thick. I decide to go line up for a mixed gender train to save time; I don’t make it. Given a few more seconds and I might have been in that train. You are in the same predicament; I see you from my peripheral.  I feel disappointed, but there’s nothing I can do about it now, is there? We wait side by side, first in line, for the next train. You capture my attention because of your height and built; I always get amused whenever I see someone taller than me. Also I think your profile is attractive. The most impressionable thing about you is your red and grey Letterman jacket, because I dare not look directly at you. Also you have these deep set eyes. Are you biracial? You probably are. Also you haven’t shaved recently, have you? Is that your usual look? I think you have a baby face under all that stubble. But why am I dwelling on this?

I wait with anticipation for the next train. It was only for five minutes, but I felt giddy for that short moment. I thought to myself as I enter the train, “Ah, I wouldn’t see him after all the commotion of going in.” But there you were. You position yourself beside me. From someone none the wiser we probably look like we came each other, although the most we did (or at least I did) was steal a few glances. It was a bit awkward for me, because I can’t steady myself with bars because the space was too congested. His arm was also reaching to the bar in the middle of the train, so his arm kept bumping to me. Got off the train. Surprised that he did the same. I now admit that I tried following him, at least up to the ticket slots. I kept thinking, “What college could this guy belong to? Will I see him again?” But… he ended up being a Benildean. And so I crossed the street wistfully.

A few hours later I was walking with my friend, thinking I’d be sending her home but ended up just buying drinks at Archer’s Place. I saw Mr. Letterman again. I nudged my friend and told her about the LRT thing (which now that I think about it, I made a big deal about it). She then concluded I have a taste for guys with facial hair. I don’t think too much about it, since it only applies to two instances, but whatever.

So, to the guy wearing that red and grey Letterman jacket yesterday, I wish to meet you once more. It was nice being near you.

Cardboard Love

ImageOne day, as I was browsing through a teen magazine (can’t tell you when because I can’t remember myself, but I’m sure it was when I was still in high school), I saw this site featured in the readers’ bulletin board section as a recommendation. It had a tagline that piqued my curiosity: Love in a Digital World. Because of that, I visited the site and was delighted by the sweet nothings written on the cardboard pieces. The site itself is minimalist; with a simple background and arrow keys for people to browse through the posts. Today i revisited the site for no particular reason, and though the lay-out has changed minimally, the things written on the small pieces of cardboard still brings a smile to my face. There was even a back story as to how the site got started, which made everything sweeter, but I already forgot what it was. Nowadays the site is soliciting money (maybe the maintenance is costly, eh?) less subtly than before, but I’m just glad that the site is still existing. Small parcels of love dedicated to that special significant other that even single people *ehem ehem* will find adorable <3.