Over the years, I have fantasized how to torment an enemy in the worst possible ways. Of the recent ones is a scenario where I ask him to choose, he suffers or his loved ones suffer. Their fate would depend on his answer. Assuming he's a predictable idiot, he'd choose that he suffers instead, of course. With that his loved ones get massacred and he is left alone to live in regret and agony.

The past, two Mondays had been non-working holidays. And just as I was wondering when will I be enjoying the next long weekend, they declared this Friday a non-working holiday, too.

I've been stuck in bed with headache and body pain. I might have poisoned myself with a tomato-based dish that has been sitting inside the refrigerator.

Tonight, at dinner, during office hours, I had a glass of red wine sangria spiked with brandy and a shot of vodka on the rocks. Got me going tipsy.

Tonight, I watched Ariana Grande's concert live. I went there with a Calvin Klein messenger bag but came home with a plastic bag instead.

Her security was extra strict, understandably. Just for this concert the venue (SM MOA Arena) required the goers to deposit their bags upon entering. It was a little inconvenient but not a problem. Or so I thought. Post-show, the claiming system was so orderly and very efficient (I'm being sarcastic) that I ended up deciding to leave my bag behind. I will just return some other day to claim it. Worst case: there's no more bag to claim. I'd rather deal with the stress of loss than with the stress of waiting.

"I resent beautiful people," says the average-looking-at-best, ugly guy.
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I have deleted your number in my phone. All your messages. All the photos with you in it. "Tomodachi ni wa narenai na," sings Utada Hikaru.

Paul is sleeping over because his power got disconnected. What luck he has got this week.

Your being adamant on your self-imposed non-disclosure on that subject revives this feeling of contempt inside me. I hope you, all of you, suffer in silence for eternity.

Because his work laptop was encrypted, Paul asked if he can use mine to transfer Game of Thrones episodes between his flash devices. Seconds after coming over, he realized he forgot his key and that he locked himself out of his condo unit. So, he searched online and called to avail of a 24/7 locksmith service. After thirty minutes or so of waiting time (and awkward small talk), we went over to his place to meet the locksmith. He did a quick job of picking the lock and that was it for the night.

It was 11:11 on my phone screen. I had the impulse to take a screenshot but decided against it. There’s no one to send it to.

There's a swelling in the inside corner of my mouth near where my lower, right wisdom tooth used to be. I need to take my Clindamycin.

Last Saturday night I stubbed the pinky toe on my left foot, nail broken in half. It was a bloody mess. Painful, too.