The weather has reached a point where the atmosphere feels like the sun is pressing down on you and you perpetually cower under feelings of fatigue and irrational tiredness and want to fall asleep. It makes work so hard, because in this country, electricity isn’t sustainable, and the thinning supply constantly scares me whether I’d be able to get through my assignments or not. Luckily, no brownouts so far. I did, however, have trouble sitting on my desk because my body will be sweating heavily and I won’t be in the right mood to write.
A longtime client, RADICE Sleep, has parted ways with me this weekend, closing the more-than-one-year relationship I had with them. Recently, I’ve been updating my Medium account to save the leftovers of my Storia portfolio, and being ghosted by the local design brand DTB, I’m thinking of uploading the two articles I wrote for them, sent but unpaid in the mid part of 2018.
Words need to be put to use.
On Sunday, only hassle I had was getting the wrong drink (McDonald’s new Milk Tea) and then had it accidentally topple in the bus (a situation I consider divine intervention because probably it sucks?) I apologized to the conductor all the way down, and that was it; the people whose floors are already soaking with un-drunk milk tea were sleeping and had no idea what’s in for them when they wake up.
Last week, the older girls told me they’ll take charge of this Sunday’s singing part for the kids, WHICH THEY DID WELL 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 and I ~think~ they’re up for next Sunday, which is also the last Sunday of the conference year. I’ll tell you what this means: there’s a 50/50 chance we’re not going to be in this church after that Sunday, although the DS has already said good words for us during our stay.
There was no Sunday School (we really got to talk about this, mga iha), but we did have a Find that Verse competition between three ardent kids, namely Diana, Iyah and, surprisingly, Ian! They’re getting good at it and I’m so proud that discovering the Bible interests them now! I just hope I learn new ways of introducing the stories to them.
Right before the worship ended, the older girls gathered around the table after I asked them one question: “What’s a good name for a heroine?” I didn’t know this would spark a lot of things, because Bea started suggesting her name, Rocela hers, Mayee actually googling and Arianna bringing up long, ridiculous names from Wattpad (I love you, Wattpad writers). We ended up with tons, which I’m sure to use in my future lady heroes, but the real thing that mattered is that FOR THE FIRST TIME, the youth stayed, for no actual reason than a very silly game whose rules they only half-followed, and wouldn’t go home if I didn’t remind them that Pastor Val hasn’t gotten his breakfast, and would so like to eat his lunch. And, as the old people would say it, nagpulasan sila.
That’s Sunday, and here’s Monday, which touches one of the most sensitive topics in the history of HBO: Game of Thrones.
I have been squeal-tweeting since the beginning of the episode, and you’ll find the entire series of gasps here. Note: I’m not a passionate George RR Martin reader (his world-building is phenomenal, his books are delicious, but THEY ARE SO LONG), and I only started watching the series from Season 4, so I’m not the expert in this. But if you’ve been a long-time fan, you’re familiar with the way the writers heartlessly threw the audience’s fan-favorite into the furnace and burned those people to the ground. We sobbed over those unforeseen turn of events because we knew that D&D would eventually kill the people we have learned to love.
That’s, um, not the case in this ending.
Which was supposed to be good, right?
Unfortunately, the final episode of Season 8 did not even scratch the Game of Thrones’ finale standard. More drawn-out scenes, less build-up. Everyone knew that Daenarys would be The Supreme Super Villain, but the way she died? Bleh. They previously did the same thing with Cersei.
And because I’m reeling from these pent-up feelings, including a descent to a high expectation, I’m probably going to cook up an alternate ending. In my head. Will probably write it down here, when I have the time.
Alright, that’s it. I’m on a fiction writing break because I have a lot of things to make peace with. The wait? It’s going to be longer. The words? They’re going to be surer. The only dream I have is to dedicate my book to my favorite people, and that book needs some brewing and boiling and bending and breaking. I’m in it for the whole journey.