Geopolitical news headlines reading like crazy-ex stories. What a time we live in.

Sprouted yellow peas. Available on most street corners of Myanmar cities in the morning, steaming hot. Cheap source of protein and nutrition when added to plain white rice, nutritious and delicious.

There’s a man-made lake that’s famous for it’s edible frogs.

The worst kind of leechers.

Hooray for third world freedom. I’ve been raw-dogging torrent for years.

Isn’t that the halting problem?

As a vim user, I’m always super envious of emac’s orgmode.

I used to watch ClementJ’s Mega Man X and Zero LPs.

Butterfly stroke. Technique’s still terrible but I cam clear, may be, 30 meters in one go. Because if the nerve problems in my leg, I decided to drop jogging and start swimming again.

Pineapples and anchovies.

Even programming jobs are like excel sheets with extra steps.

I think this shit is self-perpetuating. To leave a job in good grace, most employees would give every other reason than low salary in their exit interview.

Then, they look at these interviews and come up with dumb shit like this.

For salary to not be a problem for someone leaving their job, you need to be paying them livable wages in the first place.

KeepassXC, Syncthing, Orgmode ecosystem.

I really only listen to Even Flow by these guys.

May be not the worst, but as I grew up I start to see my mother as a prima donna with anger issues. Though we have a good relationship now, my childhood had always been at the mercy of her anger and ego. All my failings were about humiliation for her as a mother and all my success (what little there was), was her doing. She showed very little affection. I remember one time being sick as a kid and hyperventilating on our way to a clinic. I was scared and try to cling to her as we wait for the doctor. She seemed more annoyed than worried at the time.

She’s also a typical asian parent, driving academic success at all cost. I think her being a somewhat busy single mother is what kept me kind of sane throughout my life. If she’s a typical middle-class asian housewife with all her time being dedicated to me, I think I’d be a lot more messed up. I know that single mothers tend to have to struggle a lot, we do have a lot of support from my aunt and we didn’t have to worry about food and a place to stay. We lived comfortably.

Some of her physical disciplinimg includes typical cane lashes, face slaps, hair pulls, making me kneel on prune seeds, twist pulling my skin and ear, etc. But I think it’s her verbal abuse that really gets to me to this day. It was always about how other mothers with high achieving kids have good karma (lucky) and she doesn’t because of my mediocrity. I get compared to other kids a lot and sometimes she said I only deserve to eat other successful kids’ shit so that their success might somewhat rub off on me.

As I grew older and became, well… not rebellious, but indifferent to her outbursts, she started to play the victim. A mother at the mercy of her kids’ “deliquency”. The last time we fought was while naming my new-born son. In my country, it is somewhat of a tradition to approach fortune tellers to give names according to the weekday the child was born on. I didn’t care for that and gave him the name my wife and I agreed upon before he was born. Us having a child, a wonderous occasion, became about her and she started playing the victim with all our relatives.

Well, she had mellowed out a lot since then. I think it’s because she started reading a lot of educational posts from facebook and the country’s general shift toward more progressive child nurturing attitudes. I had gotten over a lot of what happened, but sometimes I still struggle with showing affection towards her.

May be Apostle? It’s one of the memorable ones among recent horror.

Hyperion series. That thing’s gonna be hard to adapt though.

Your essays are a great read as a starting point!

Thanks for the links!

Thanks for the suggestion