Holy Week Break, In Bullets

My nephew C, forever in the running for the Cutest Little Devil Award

• At home since Maundy Thursday and promised to read. Finished John Irving’s A Prayer for Owen Meany and Paula Fox’s Desperate Characters, plus revived a little book blogging project.
• Segue: I was a Krip Yuson reader back in college, but plagiarism is plain inexcusable. But much more deplorable than the act itself is the take of some (pray tell, they never claim to be readers, writers, and/or keen observers of Philippine letters) on the matter: Even legends can make mistakes!*
• My father, who worked until he was overripe at 71, must be shaking his head in dismay (or doing its equivalent in his grave) every time I make unwise use of my time, which is often. Six feet under (yeah, standard depth) and he must still be more productive than me — praying that we stop our mindless banters at home, etc. But seriously, I miss you, Papa, and I wish I had your Math smarts and wit and work ethic. You were in a dream last night.
• Fought for 1,200 lost HSBC reward points over the phone. Hardcore, I know. Someone give me a life.
• Planning a BKK trip in December, which is practically next to impossible. Airfare and accommodations skyrocket during the Christmas season, and there’s no way a travel agent won’t give me a killer quote.
• But the family and office outings (May), the Bora ritual (Aug), and the SG trip (Sept) are a go, so there’s only the post-Christmas week left to cross out.
• One of those rare times when J and I share an opinion: this Monday is the most sadistic. Four days of OD’ing on sleep, and now back to work backlog and long hours. I need a thrill.

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*Actual comment in an online news report

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