Dear Game of Thrones S6 E10,


Binawi mo ‘yung buong season. I was about to give up on this series and write it off as just another fantasy show, considering so many things happening that were predictable (e.g. Jon Snow being brought back by the Red Lady, the Sand Snakes turning out to be lamesauce, Roose Bolton being killed by Ramsay, Dany killing all the Khals and getting back to Mereen just in the nick of time, etc.) and somewhat typical of other TV shows/fantasy stories, but I know now, they were all just setups for you.

And what a payoff you gave. I was holding my breath the entire time and even now as I type this.

In the future, I guess, I wouldn’t really mind another ho-hum 9 episodes before an Episode 10 as amazing as you, I mean, I understand budget constraints and all that, but how about, at least make half the season as great?

Anyway, as always, major changes to the “game” after this season. And here I thought I was finally free of having to be frustrated because it will be another year before Season 7 comes out. Who was I kidding? Now I feel embarrassed I ever doubted GRRM and D&D.

Somewhat related: I also didn’t find Book 6 of the Harry Potter series as good as the others, so maybe there is just something about this point in any epic.

Is it really 2016?

Posting this here because I am a coward who doesn’t want to be attacked on Facebook. LOL.

Anyway, I’m really happy for my friends that they’re having a baby, but they chose to announce the sex of their baby this way:


They want to tell the world that they’re having a boy. Or a girl who’s into sports, maybe? It’s a little sexist, don’t you think? I mean, what if their kid turns out to be bad at sports? Or good at sports but the sport he likes is bowling? And why use sports-related pictures to tell people they’re having a boy, anyway? Can’t girls be good at sports, too? How do they know their kid will be an athlete? Can’t he be into music or literature? What’s wrong with just saying the word “boy?”

I feel kind of sad that I saw this posted by people I actually know in real life. And it’s 2016.


There was an audible silence at the other end of the line. Or, it was really from both ends as it wouldn’t have been a silence at all if it weren’t mutual. She didn’t know what to do. She was looking at the timer and so she knew, it had been at least three whole seconds since either of them spoke. She pressed ‘End Call’ as soon as the second timer turned into four. After all, the last statement they exchanged was ‘Good night.’ And for a phone call, that was as good as ‘Goodbye.’ The phone call was over. But she couldn’t ignore the four seconds between the last things they said, and the actual end of the digital connection. It was as though they’d left enough space for each other to say one more thing.

“I love you,” she whispered, staring at the extra four seconds on the timer on her phone.

“I love you,” he whispered, too.


So many things can be attributed to Fate when it comes to you and me.

If I hadn’t been on a holiday from work, I wouldn’t have gone to that bar in the first place.
If that guy hadn’t bought my friend a drink, I wouldn’t have stayed long enough to see you come in.
If my friend hadn’t asked me to translate the menu, I never would’ve known we both had a passion for food and languages.
If we hadn’t gone out of the restrooms at the same time, we wouldn’t have walked back to the bar together.
If there had been more beer left, we wouldn’t have shared the last bottle.
If there had been any seats left, we wouldn’t have sat next to each other on the steps outside, looking out onto the dark, empty street, comparing it to our dark, empty lives.
If your workplace hadn’t been so close to where I lived, I never would’ve invited you over for dinner.
If you hadn’t liked wine as much as I did, we wouldn’t have finished that bottle.
If we both hadn’t been recently heartbroken, we wouldn’t have revealed such intimate details about ourselves to each other.
If you hadn’t smiled as you looked into my eyes, I would have never fallen in love with you.
If you hadn’t still loved her and gotten back together with her, I wouldn’t have become so devoid of joy or hope or life.
If Fate hadn’t intervened with our lives so much, perhaps this love wouldn’t have been so fatal.