There's this story making the rounds on Facebook today, about a guy who was found dead in his office desk. Apparently he suffered from a heart attack while working and has been dead for five days.
Five days. And nobody even noticed him.
Nobody asked him if he's okay. Nobody wondered if anything was wrong with him. Nobody even noticed that he hasn't changed his clothes, or even his position, for five days.
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9/29/2011
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9/18/2011
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9/11/2011
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For the past two weeks I've been looking for a way to write about the 9/11 attacks, without talking about me, or high school, or ever going, "well, Niko, that's ten years of cynicism, then!"
Well, really, I've been trying to write something that will make sense of it all. Maybe I should say I'm trying to sound like a smartass, sound like I absolutely get things, when all I've done is watch the news channels over the past decade and take in all I know. I haven't even read any of those conspiracy theories.
The closest I am to exerting effort for this blog entry is to try to reach Jeany. Yes, we're talking again, but she's still as hard to get a hold of. She was in New York ten years ago, and I thought I'd write a journalistic piece of sorts about being roughly eleven, maybe twelve, and looking out of your window and seeing the World Trade Center go down.
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Well, really, I've been trying to write something that will make sense of it all. Maybe I should say I'm trying to sound like a smartass, sound like I absolutely get things, when all I've done is watch the news channels over the past decade and take in all I know. I haven't even read any of those conspiracy theories.
The closest I am to exerting effort for this blog entry is to try to reach Jeany. Yes, we're talking again, but she's still as hard to get a hold of. She was in New York ten years ago, and I thought I'd write a journalistic piece of sorts about being roughly eleven, maybe twelve, and looking out of your window and seeing the World Trade Center go down.
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9/11/2011
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A couple of weeks back I was with my grandparents in Caloocan. Pretty much the whole clan was there, cramped in a pretty small space, playfully jostling over who gets to each lunch first, something determined by who gets to the house first - in this case, we were first, so I got to enjoy my grandmother's batchoy first.
"Ano to, 'la? Dugo?" I asked.
"Oo, dugo yan," she answered, and I just chowed down.
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"Ano to, 'la? Dugo?" I asked.
"Oo, dugo yan," she answered, and I just chowed down.
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9/08/2011
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I can see it now. I will definitely die alone.
I will be in my 70s, still living in this house, alone. My parents would've died by now. My siblings would have their own families, and are living in their own places. That leaves me, watching over this house, while not exactly taking care of it, since it will be messier than it is now - my mother is meticulous, as you'd expect - and the whole place is breaking apart.
There'd probably be many jars in the kitchen, of things I fancied buying, ended up buying, and never consumed much of. My current room will be dusty, which means I can't spend time there unless I want another asthma attack. I'd be sleeping in the master bedroom, only with a dead air conditioner.
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I will be in my 70s, still living in this house, alone. My parents would've died by now. My siblings would have their own families, and are living in their own places. That leaves me, watching over this house, while not exactly taking care of it, since it will be messier than it is now - my mother is meticulous, as you'd expect - and the whole place is breaking apart.
There'd probably be many jars in the kitchen, of things I fancied buying, ended up buying, and never consumed much of. My current room will be dusty, which means I can't spend time there unless I want another asthma attack. I'd be sleeping in the master bedroom, only with a dead air conditioner.
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