by the blood of the gods!

For a few weeks, I have occasionally witnessed my boyfriend’s journey through the game Hades. It was interesting to see how this game reimagined Greek gods and goddesses and how they were integrated to a game. While I crocheted, working on a scarf I was making for my mom, I would blurt out random useless Greek mythology trivia at him. Trivia that I started learning as early as second grade because I learned of the origins of my own name.

Coupled with a bias towards Disney’s Hercules, my obsession with mythology began. After exhausting the well-known Greek myths, I tried learning about the Roman myths. After all, Aurora was my Greek goddess’ Roman equivalent, and Aurora was also the name of Disney’ Sleeping Beauty. Useless info for someone who isn’t me, sure, but 8-year-old me thought that connection was cool as hell.

But I got bored of the Roman stories and gods. The Greek gods were like Marvel and the Romans were DC. *shrug*

Anyway, back to the show. Hades (the game) put me on a Greek myth mood and Netflix released Blood of Zeus just in time. (spoilers ahead, btw)

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WFH and cabin fever.

It has been almost nine months since I last attempted to make something on this site. Three seasons have gone. A lot has happened, but also feels like nothing has happened.

The obvious changes because of the pandemic has been ever present in my life. Since March, I have been working within the four walls of my home. I’ve been into the office maybe two or three times in the past six months just to pick up stuff that I needed for working in my little home workspace.

Going back, I felt nostalgic of a life that felt long ago. The building was quiet and almost empty apart from security quietly patrolling the lobby. There were signs of wearing masks and keeping away from others at a safe distance. I didn’t have to wait for an elevator. My office was empty.

When we were told we’re moving to WFH, we were told to bring home items we need from the office. Some desks were missing one monitor, others had both gone. Few keyboards, someone also took their mouse home. It was like the office was robbed.

Last March, I was thinking I’d only work from home for a few weeks, maybe a month tops. I left some things I know I will need when I get back – like my favourite mug. Coffee just hits different when it’s in my work mug.

After two months of WFH, I began to realize that all the craze about WFH before 2020 was not all we thought it was. Yes, I only have to wear “work clothes” that are visible on camera and I have been rotating through my sweatpants and yoga pants. Yes, I haven’t spent money on lunches since I eat leftovers for lunch and it’s conveniently a few steps away from my desk. Although I get an extra hour of sleep and still make it to work on time, there’s one big thing I forgot to take into account:

The stress followed me home and it hasn’t left since.

The days of leaving work and decompressing on the trip home were gone. Or even de-stressing over a drink with a coworker after a rough day isn’t really the same. Same thing with hitting the gym after a hard day’s work. Gone.

I couldn’t really do any of those anymore. I just quietly turn my laptop off when work is “done”. Sometimes it’s at 5, sometimes at 5:30, sometimes 6:30. Then I would need an extra hour or so to just get out of that “work mindset” or rub off that “busy with work” feeling.

Some days, this is how I feel:

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Too many Aurelios and Jose Arcadios

This novel has been in my book(graveyard)shelf for at least three years. It was a month when I felt I needed to start building my future library with a mix of classics and other books that interest me. The only other text I’ve read by Gabriel Garcia Marquez was “A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings” back in my undergrad days, and I’m sure the whole thing went over my head.

I’ve attempted reading One Hundred Years of Solitude two times in the last couple years, but I couldn’t get past the confusion that is the identical names of the father and the eldest son.

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Space spice wars

I’m not really big into science fiction. For most of my reading life, I’ve read fantasy. Harry Potter, The Night Circus, The Hobbit, Coraline… and most of my exposure to science fiction was with popular series like Star Wars and Doctor Who.

This year I decided I should read more books for fun, and my boyfriend lent me his copy of Dune. I knew that it’s a science fiction classic – and a lot of later works in the genre draw inspiration from it. I held this massive 800-page novel in my hand and got flashbacks to my War and Peace days. It felt like I would take at least a month to get through it, after all I only read during my commute to and from work.

I wasn’t really sure I’d like the book, being aware that there is some sort of nobility/empire politics and a lot of fictional science-y stuff. I was afraid it will go over my head. The book came with a glossary in the back, but I hate flipping back and forth just to understand one thing. And since it’s sci-fi, I thought there would be a lot of made-up words part of the world-building.

But I breezed through this book in two weeks!

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Reading on purpose

In my four years of undergrad, I read (but mostly skimmed) through 10-12 books every semester. That’s at least 20 books in eight months! Granted I didn’t really understand the books because I had to be a speed-reader, otherwise I’d be behind on other readings. Not that I could keep up with those either – no, mostly I skimmed through it all just so I have an idea of what it’s about. I didn’t want to (always) be clueless when I walked into class.

But with school done, and finally getting more free time, I figured I should go back to reading for fun. My bookshelf is practically a graveyard of books I thought of reading but never did. My excuse was school.

I have no excuse now.

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Audrie & Daisy

I kept seeing this title on Netflix for weeks now, but I felt I don’t have the heart to watch it after reading the short summary. I’ve watched The Hunting Ground and it left me so frustrated with the world. For that reason, I’ve put off watching this film. I knew I would just be as angry. I was right.


It was painful to watch, and I basically cried during the entire documentary, just like I did when I saw The Hunting Ground. Mostly tears of frustration (I might just use this word a lot because, damn that’s exactly how I feel).

Props to Cohen & Shenk for showing the corrupt politics through the Sheriff and the Mayor of Maryville. You gotta love how that Sheriff, when asked “but in this case the crimes were committed by boys?” he answers “Were they?” AND LAUGHS.

I mean. It took every ounce of my being not to smash my laptop screen.

You also gotta enjoy that small tantrum of the Mayor crying “Why didn’t the media talk about the town’s man-made lake? I mean, that is amazing, ain’t it?” Like saying, who gives a shit about a sexually assaulted 14-year-old who was left out to freeze in the cold?

To think those people are in positions of power. Not surprising, after all, I’m a bit of a cynic and I think majority of the people in power are self-interested, and believe nothing bad will ever happen to them, after all they call the shots. That’s why society, especially the one the Colemans lived in, is fucked up. So fucked up that the damn sheriff would hand the phone back-the fucking evidence!-to the guy to *turn it off* BUT JFC YOU GOTTA BE STUPID NOT TO THINK HE’S GONNA GET RID OF EVERYTHING THERE. We all got phones. We know how long it takes to *turn it off* compared to FINDING SOMETHING AND DELETING IT.

End rant. Back to the documentary.

The documentary features two devastating stories of two minors who experienced sexual assault: Audrie Potts from California, and Daisy Coleman from Missouri. Both were sexually assaulted when they were incapacitated. It also portrays the effect of social media on sexual assault cases, and how bullying can lead to suicide.

It shows two terrible stories, two main victims, but it seeks to reach out tons of survivors to let them know that they are not alone. Unfortunately, Audrie didn’t get the help she needed–not before the rape, and especially not after. She was “reassured” that the story would blow over in a week. But she didn’t make it though the week.

Stories like these should not “just blow over” though. It has to be talked about, and victims need to survive.

These are dreadful stories, but they are real. Real enough that it could happen to anyone. Although the girls were intoxicated at the times of their rape, in other cases, you could be sober and still have it happen to you. And either scenario, society will find a way to blame you.

Everyone warns girls about not drinking too much so they won’t get taken advantage of. HOW ABOUT TEACHING BOYS NOT TO RAPE GIRLS. Not to take advantage of someone incapable of consent. Not to take advantage of someone who is not sober. Not to take advantage of someone. Period.

The frustrating thing about the documentary is that the boys pretty much got a slap on the wrist, while the victim and their families have to live with the scars. It’s not fair, and I guess that is why too many victims choose to stay silent.

Devastating documentary, but Daisy’s final remarks are hopeful. I admire her strength, as well as her brother’s and her mother’s, for putting up with all they went through and still having a positive attitude. I bet her brother wanted to smash those guys to the ground, but he was strong enough to forego violence. Sure, he threatened that kid who called his sister a liar, but what kind of sibling would let that go? I think he’s perfectly capable of cutting some heads open, but he didn’t. That’s strength. And I think they take that after their mother.

Daisy’s thoughts on what her experience taught her, juxtaposed with what John R and John B’s, demonstrate how far she has gone (while the Audrie’s assaulters remain immature).

Audrie & Daisy is another 90-minute Netflix documentary to show the extent of corruption and injustice in society, through the perspective of two sexual assault cases of minors. It shows the ugly side of social media. It will infuriate you; it will hurt you. That’s what makes it powerful.