The Sunday Sad Club

 You've probably heard of stream of consciousness before. Well, I'm more of a tsunami of consciousness kind of person. Sometimes, there's so many things zooming through my head in unadulterated chaos, but then some days, I feel like I'm just floating about, suspended in the middle of the ocean with the debris that my tsunami brain's accumulated over time. That's the fancy way to say I'm kind of a mess. In layman's terms, I'm like a The Front Bottoms song. I just found out - like literally just today - that "front bottoms" is a euphemism for vagina, and honestly? That's such a The Front Bottoms thing to do. They're... they're literally called The Pussies. Love it. So I guess they're absurd. That's what they sound like. They're some kind of folk, some kind of drunk, some kind of weed-induced punk-esque poetry book slash diary - or they're just absurd. They're not really trying to be reasonable with an...

Postcards from the Edge is the loose film adaptation of Carrie Fisher's loose book adaptation of her life as the daughter of her mother, movie star Debbie Reynolds. It's fiction, but heavily inspired by her fiction-like but categorically nonfiction experiences. So, it's about small celebrity and drug addict Suzanne Vale (if that isn't Carrie Fisher...) who has to live with her super-movie-star-from-the-60s mother Doris (hello, Debbie) after getting out of rehab. Now, these two, they love each other, like how a mother and a daughter do. They adore each other. And they know it. They say it. They show it. Like how a mother and daughter do. But also... they perfectly manage to drive each other insane. I like to think that the "teen years" officially end at 18, and so officially I'm no longer in my teen years. Im in a confusing in-between where if I'm ever arrested, I'll be tried as an adult, but also I'm still not a registere...

This isn't about Cebu as much as it's about my particular circumstance in the city. I heard cities tend to have an alienating effect on people, especially if they spent half their lives in really small towns in the province like I did, but I had always been somewhat weird. Growing up, I had different interests than other kids for some reason, and was always so annoying about all of them. I spent most my life judging people for not sharing the same perspective of things as I did, and so it's safer to say I alienated myself more than I was alienated in our tiny provincial town. This, of course, compounded with the sad fact that teenagers and their families always keep mutually misunderstanding each other in massively complicated ways and so are unable to completely be each other's comfort. Cue A Day to Remember's "All Signs Point to Lauderdale" ( "I hate this town, it's so washed up, and all my friends don't give a fuck" ), and Si...