Star Trek: Picard

First blog post of the year, and the first thing I wanted to share was how thankful I am to have finally watched Star Trek: Picard the series in 2023. After years of trying to see if it would air on Netflix, and the number of facebook posts a friend of mine has constantly tagged me in with anything regarding Star Trek, I can finally say that I have watched the series. Albeit what led me to find out that I could watch Star Trek on Amazon Prime Video was meeting a new person, apparently also a Trekkie, and who would later disappear on me weeks after conversations (sigh, sadness), at least I was able to get something good out of meeting them as Star Trek: Picard did not disappoint!

It was a tad unnerving to see an older Jean Luc Picard, so different from his younger and fiery self in Star Trek: The Next Generation. In the first few episodes, you can already see how much he has aged, and all that comes with getting old, despite him having a fantastic run as a captain of a Federation vessel. And then you figure out why he has become like that, something of an old relic to a newer and more modern Federation group and set of leaders. Not only that, but Picard re-introduces so many wonderful characters from previous series that bring so much character and story into this new Star Trek series. So far we get to see Data, William Riker, Deanna Troi and Beverly Crusher, and La Forge from TNG. Worf, from TNG and Deep Space 9 also makes an amazing appearance. And of course, Seven of Nine from Voyager, the Star Trek series that brought me into the beloved Star Trek franchise and universe! And let’s not forget The Borg and The Borg Queen, who make a huge impact in the storyline of the series.

Star Trek: Picard incorporates a lot of amazing graphics and visual effects into the story; I find this fascinating because when I first started Voyager and then years later decided to work back to DS9 and then TNG, you could clearly see the backwards trend of visual effects since they were made in an earlier time. So the members of TNG, and even The Original Series, at least in my head, fit into a different style of movie making that varies so much from how the new Trek series are made.

Sadly, while I enjoyed most episodes on the series thus far, I remember thinking that there were episodes, lines, or portrayals of characters, that I didn’t particularly like. I remember thinking that it could have been better executed, or the script for a certain character didn’t match how their character was supposed to be (or how I imagined it to be). As this was a few months ago, I can’t exactly pinpoint which specific points in the many episodes I find disappointing, but I wonder if I’m the only one who had those kind of sentiments crop up while watching Star Trek: Picard.

Overall, I still enjoyed the series and am looking forward to the upcoming seasons. Subscribing to Amazon Prime Video has been such a great choice (despite how it started) and it’s opened up a lot of new doors to series that I have missed out on the past few years, and a few series that were an integral piece in my childhood. Paramount Plus was actually an option when I was intent on watching Star Trek: Picard, but I found the cost not worth it considering what movies/series I could have access to, and considering that we already have other streaming services such as Netflix and Disney+.

Directions

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There’s nothing deep or emotionally meaningful about this comeback post–my first blog post in the last 4-5 months. It’s just a thought that has passed my mind on more than one occassion, most often when I’m driving.

So in Dumaguete, it’s pretty easy to tell where the directions are: North, South, East and West. Mountains are to the West, and the sea is to the East. It makes it easy to determine where the sun rises, where the sun will hit you when you’re driving in the early morning or late afternoon, and in which direction you’re driving. The roads are pretty straightforward too for the most part, most are exactly parallel and straight and following the lines so as long as you know where the sea and mountains are at, you know which directions the roads go to. Manila on the otherhand…not as much. I was thinking about our house and wondering where I have to face if I want to see the sunrise or sunset, and realised that despite the years I had spent there, I couldn’t immediately tell which direction is which. One of the things that probably made determining that difficult is the fact that we have two huge trees on our property which pretty much block out much of the sun, so you can’t really tell which direction is which; that and that there are just too many houses and buildings in Manila.

Just looking at Google Maps, and you can clearly see that the roads in Metro Manila are all over the place. Diagonal, curved, some are straight from left to right and up to down. You can more or less tell which area is North or South if you’re on a main thoroughfare like EDSA, or if you have an idea about the general direction of a city, such as Makati being north of Paranaque or something like that. But if you were traversing the roads and driving, and had the sudden thought of going to the east or west, then best of luck. Am I the only one who gets confused?

I ended up recalling my time in China, where road signs in big cities are marked with East and West, North and South, so you know which direction you’re going in. Beijing for example, in all it’s capital-ness and big buildings and roads, is pretty straightfoward when it comes to which direction is which. I am not sure if it’s because parts of the city were redeveloped and they made it easier to tell which area is which, but when riding on the subway from where I lived, to for example the Sanlitun area which is popular for shops and clubs, I knew that I was heading in the direction of the east. The “Ring Roads” of Beijing make it easily distinguishable if you’re in the inner or outer areas (how far you were from Tiananmen Square), which district you were in, and which roads were headed into or outside of the city, or more or less whereabouts tourist places where located (such as Summer Palace being the North West, or Qianmen being just south of Tiananmen, or how the Temple of Heaven was even more south of Tiananmen). But then if you look at a map of Xiamen, the roads aren’t completely straight cut either, mostly because a part of the city has a lot of mountains and they probably worked the roads around these areas.

All that being said, I just find it funny how much more straightforward some places can be in terms of road placements and directions. I’m probably a tad influenced by all the hours of playing on Cities:Skylines, and figuring out how to make the most practical and efficient roads, expressways, and neighborhoods in my small make-believe cities.

The Plus Ultra Re-Journey

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The last few weeks have been a slight blur since many things seemed to passed by quickly, but among one of those things I “achieved” was my long delayed goal of catching up on the episodes of My Hero Academia (the anime) on Netflix. Catching up, of course, meant that I had to repeat the series from the very first episode of Season 1 so I could reaquaint myself with the story. I thought it was going to be tedius–having to watch episodes I had previously watched before, but it was actually a good thing I restarted the anime from the beginning. There were so many messages and small points that I may have missed when I first watched the anime a few years ago, but rewatching made me more perceptive of individual characters and storylines that helped me appreciate the anime better the second time around.

About 2 weeks into watching it everyday, I finally caught up all the way to the current season (Season 6), and am now awaiting the last and final season in its next showing. Part of me is tempted to actually start the manga (sadly, I got into the anime before I did the actual published chapters) but I probably won’t anytime soon since it is too time consuming. Haha. For now, all I can do is wait for the last season to air, especially since season 6 ended just earlier this year which probably means we won’t expect season 7 to air until the latter part of 2024. Even so, I can’t wait to see how everything ends (without spoiling myself with manga chapters) in the next season.

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Thoughts on Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin)

It’s been a long time coming–me finally deciding to watch Attack on Titan. I’ve been catching up on all the available Attack on Titan episodes on Netflix this past month, but prior to that I’ve been avoiding getting to it by attempting to look for and watch more light-hearted anime. It’s gotten to a point that most of the remaining anime I’ve yet to watch on Netflix are either not my taste, too weird, or filled with gore and killing. Suffice it to say, I knew that there was a lot of good reviews on Attack on Titan, I was just really putting it off. But honestly, when I started watching it as well, I really didn’t know what to expect. What met me was the feeling of something similar to watching Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress, or The Promised Neverland.

I think the first season was initially the hardest for me to stomach. Apart from still figuring out what the story/anime was about, plus trying to make sense of the per episode plot, the idea of human-looking Titans eating other humans was just a little too much for me. The amount of introductory cannibalism in that first season was just too much for my sensibilities. There were more than a few times that I had to take a pause on things because it was simply overwhelming for me to watch. Seeing the titans look so human-like while eating humans was just very anxiety-inducing. Luckily, those instances lessened in the next seasons since they began concentrating more on inner conflict situations.

It was not that the anime had a horrible storyline or characters, it was in fact the opposite. As the episodes and seasons progressed, and the amount of layers built into characters slowly came to light, it was astounding to watch the level of detail put into the whole concept of Attack on Titan. Without revealing too much, it was like watching Back to The Future, with so many points intersecting and going back and forth and connecting with each other in the past, present, and future. You have to push through the episodes and seasons to see all these details, since they’re not very obvious in the first season.

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A Quick Weekend in Manila

I’ve spent my second weekend in Manila this year, which was thankfully longer by a day and a half than my last weekend trip in January (which lasted a little over 2 days). I had to fly home for a family thing and thankfully, despite the horror stories of Cebu Pacific cancellations, my trip didn’t experience any change of flight plans and I was able to fly in at the time and date I expected to.

Despite the moments of turbulence on the flight, we arrived in Manila earlier than usual. Arriving at the hotel which I planned to stay in for one night, it turns out my room wasn’t ready yet so I decided to go and look for a place to have lunch. Had an honorary selfie in the hotel bathroom while I cleaned myself up a bit from the flight. I think this is the first time I decided to wear something more comfy by donning my Uniqlo jogging pants, and a new top from Studio Mon Lapin. I had my usual flower kimono-style cardigan as well on the trip to fight off the cold AC, but I didn’t wear it for this selfie.

The ironic thing about my lunch choice is that I walked half the length of Bonifacio High Street (up to TGIFridays, where I planned to eat) but ended up walking back and having lunch, yet again, at Saboten in Serendra. You really can’t go wrong with pork katsu for lunch, except that I probably ate a little too much rice despite the travel fatigue. The cabbage (or the roasted seasame) tasted a little off this time around so I didn’t have much of it.

Lunch: Saboten

Dinner: The Pound

For dinner, I met up with my close friend Liaa again. This time, we decided on eating at Pound which was in the middle of Bonifacio High Street. Pound has a unique ordering system where you can’t actually order from the waiters, and have to order online but then choose the dine-in option so it’s served to your table. Additional orders all have to be coursed through that online site (QR code located on each table), but thankfully payment is in-house. We ordered fries, pasta, and burger sliders for sharing between the 2 of us since we didn’t plan to eat much, though we did order a second serving of fries since we liked it so much.

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My first time making Atchara

I have to be honest and admit that I wasn’t too fond of atchara or anything that resembled vegetables when I was young. It was one of those things that if you paired it with my meals, I would leave it untouched. I can’t recall if it was during a work trip to Lake Sebu (in South Cotobato) that I tried and actually started liking atchara as it was served with Lake Sebu’s fried fish matched with the siling labuyo with calamansi in soy sauce.

Atchara or atsara is translated as “fermented pickled green papaya” upon checking on Google.

Back to the story and how we came about deciding to make atchara: We have a few papaya trees around our house/garden, and it happend that one of them fell (for what reason, I’m not sure). The fruits that were on the tree on that time were of course mostly unripe. Uncle told me that those unripe papayas would no longer ripen, and would not be edible for us, and could also not be fed to the poultry (I tried, and they wouldn’t touch the things even if they loooooove ripe papayas).

The thought that immediately crossed my mind is: “Ay sayang! (What a waste)”, although we can use them for our compost and to fatten up the soil of our organic garden, and maybe the seeds could be salvaged and planted for more trees.

It was actually my Uncle, who knew I liked atchara, who told me that it could be made into this side dish. My first reaction was to of course be estatic, and then when the excitement died down I realised that I had no idea how to make atchara in the first place. A lot of the atchara we enjoy at home is either bought or given by friends. Long story short: I like to eat atchara, but have ZERO idea on the process to making it.

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Domus Resto: A place that feels like home

Domus Resto. I wonder if I found this place while scrolling through Facebook, or while reading Ian Casocot’s blog (often one of my sources of new places to try). Coming to this place had often been on my mind since it wasn’t too far from work, but the opportunity to visit finally presented itself one somewhat humid evening in March. Aunt and I were both at the office after regular work hours and decided that since we were hungry and I needed to pick my uncle up from the airport later in the evening, we might as well have dinner nearby.

Aunt guided me to a somewhat shortcut that took us through EJ Blanco, into Amigo Subdivision, until we got to Domus Resto. Another more straightforward route would have been to drive through Silliman Uni and Hibbard Avenue until we got to that entrance to Amigo Subdivision. The place was small and well-hidden if you didn’t know exactly where it was; the fact that it’s in an old house and not a stand-out building makes Domus Resto blend in with its surroundings even more. There was luckily one spot for parking a car and it was free, otherwise we’d have to park on the already narrow road headed into the subdivision.

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Poem: The Enemy of Sleep

April 11, Day 3: National Poetry Writing Month

Another day, another night,
again I live to fight
the coming dawn.
It calls to me,
as the rays rise behind
slumbering clouds
and curtained walls.
“Be with me,
be awake as I arrive,”
it calls in temptation.
“Do not waste your time
on fanciful dreams,
and await my majesty
amid the streaks of morn.”
Why must I soldier through
the darkness?
I yearn to succumb to
the evening quiet
and silence that
fills the world in sleep.
And in my defeat,
I seek the solitude of
myself amid soft sheets
and the promise of
a restful slumber.

Poem: Nice to a fault

April 10, Day 2: National Poetry Writing Month

Sometimes, I think
I was born too nice.
Too nice to insist,
too nice to question,
too nice to fight back,
too nice to push back;
and all the while
my niceness is used
to my own disadvantage.
I have a voice,
but cannot be heard.
I have actions,
but they are not seen or
are misconstrued.
I have words,
but the true meaning
is often twisted around.
Disposable;
this niceness is used
to others’ convenience,
and abandoned when it
no longer suits them.
Forgettable;
this niceness is only
remembered at one point
in an experience,
and soon becomes
a lost memory in the
long scheme of things.
No one remembers
nice people.
No one remembers
the things nice people do.
No one bothers
to fight for the nice people.
No one wonders
how nice people are doing.
No one questions why
nice people are nobodies.

Poem: I write

April 9, Day 1: National Poetry Writing Month

Why do I write?
I write so my thoughts
don’t die within the confines
of my mind.
I write so my emotions
are expressed and multiply
outwards instead of in.
I write so my words
don’t echo like a broken
record inside my locked body.
I write so that I
feel a semblance of life
beating and growing
from words I strung together.
I write so that I fill
emptiness with my letters,
like a deflated balloon
coming to life with air.
I write so that what
hears me speak, may be
even just one person
in an endless void and space.
I write so that even beyond
my place and time, even
beyond the death of me:
I exist.