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Wednesday, April 8, 2026

Hello again

New year, new phase in life. a new chance to do things differently.

 I have been away from the creative space for quite a while now, sometimes due to real-life responsibilities like household chores, but mostly due to laziness and the draw of just resting on the couch and letting my brain fly amidst all the usual Youtube content we have been following as of late. There's also the ever-present temptation of objective-driven console gaming (think open-world RPGs or sports games l), or the retro hits like Tetris or Dr. Mario wherein the only driving force is the acquisition of more points for its own sake. I don't play for points though, but maybe just for the sense of achieving something, which personally seems more fulfilling than being stuck in a loop with your neck craned over your phone, scrolling indefinitely through content tailor-made to keep you willingly (or unwillingly) engaged while the rest of the world moves on without you.

 Four months into a new year filled with much hope and promise, we suddenly find ourselves in the middle of ever-escalating conflicts around the globe, the latest of which hits home very hard due to the shock effect of skyrocketing fuel prices, which would inevitably escalate into higher prices of goods and services all around,

 It kind of boggles the mind when you consider that all of this was unthinkable just a decade ago, where everything seemed shitty, but at least was kind of stable in a twisted sort of way. But come to think of it, 2016 wasn't really that great a year either in this part of the world.. All of this brings about a certain longing for a past version of myself which was seemingly unbothered by everything else that was happening.

 Although I am definitely grateful for the stable situation I find myself in right now, I still often find myself yearning for simpler times and the things that moved my world. I guess I'm talking about my love affair with novels and drawing. I remember those carefree hot summer afternoons where I could finish an entire book from sunup to sundown. I fondly recall reading almost all of my father's books on the past world wars, both biographical and otherwise, in a span of a single summer vacation. My Robotech collection was (and still is) my pride and joy, having collected almost every novel bit by bit through my meager savings and thankfully completed by some hand-me-downs from my older cousins when they moved house. I still don't have book #19 The Zentraedi Rebellion though, but I wonder if it would be feasible to secure a copy eventually.. Bargain bins at Booksale are out of the question though, as anything of remote value from the Science Fiction section had long since dried up. Visiting the last two remaining major booksellers (NBS and Fully Booked) is an exercise in futility, as the former is now but a shell of its's former self, becoming more of a supplies store than a bookshop, while fresh titles from the genre are few in far in between in the latter. I would like to add that there are a lot of reprints of classics at Fully Booked though, with new edition prints of Harry Potter and the Dune series lining the shelves, with these titles maintaining a fleeting cultural relevance due to portrayals on movies and series, which we now mainly derive from streaming platforms as opposed to the traditional moviehouse sessions and free TV programming. This leads me to another point..

 The emergence of streaming services and on-demand platforms effectively killed the once-vibrant and very social experience of the Movie Night. This decline was further exacerbated by the pandemic which ground life to a halt that fateful year, and forced us to adapt our way of living, sometimes permanently. It actually saddens me when I see movie theaters being neglected or closing down. Apart from the loss of a part of my childhood, my thoughts also drift to all those people who lost their jobs and sources of income as a consequence of this change, but more importantly, the changes in the way we living which may not necessarily be for better despite the obvious tradeoff for convenience. Modern life is stripping away the human experience and is being replaced by automated conveniences which makes things more accessible but renders us more inert at the same time. I don't have the headspace or the drive to delve further into this particular topic, so I shall be putting that on the shelf for now.

  I sadly admit that I no longer have the writing endurance I once had to en much longer entries, but I guess I need to follow one of the points I made in this post, and just sit down and read a book. Like just might get a bit more interesting after all.

 See you on the next one (I hope). 

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Das Boot (The Boat)

Rating:★★★★★
Category:Books
Genre: Literature & Fiction
Author:Lothar-Gunther Buchheim
© Piper Verlag GmbH, Munchen 1973
Cassell Military Paperbacks Edition 2002
563 pages

I first encountered the German phrase Das Boot way back when I was probably still in grade school as I was perusing through some of dad's books and magazines on military history. Dad told me that it was a movie about life aboard a German U-Boat during World War II.Since I never got around to watching that movie and thought little of since since then.

However, as my luck would have it, I stumbled upon a copy amongst the "on-sale" shelves in Bridges Bookstore at VMall. It wasn't really in bad shape, and at 100Php, I felt that it was a bargain!

The title literally mans "The Boat" in German. It tells the story from the point of view of a naval war corespondent assigned aboard a German submarine as it goes underway on patrol, responding to orders from U-boat HQ to intercept and attack Allied shipping convoys.

Buchheim served as a lieutenant on minesweepwers, destroyers, and submarines during the war, and offers vivid descriptions of the claustrophobic underwater madhouse that is home to a crew of 50.

Although the story itself is a work of fiction, the level of realism gives one a good picture of what went on in the belly of the ship, and more interestinly, what raced through the minds of the crew as they lived out their lives underneath the waves, being away from shore for months at a time.

The story opens at a bar in France near a port where the U-boats are docked. After their last night of merrymaking before going out to sea, the U-boat and her crew are finally underway. The narrator tells it like it is; the long boring trek out to open sea, the dangers of the Atlantic storms, the cat-and-mouse games played by submarines and surface ships, and the grim realities confronted by the crew when disasters strike within an enclosed metal tube travelling deep beneath the waves.

The book's cover proudly proclaims "one of the best novels written about war", and it dosen't disappoint. I've read my fair share of war books thanks to my dad's rather extensive collection. I've read a biography on the great Manfred von Richtoffen, the dreaded "Red Baron" German flying ace of World War 1, an autobiography of the "Blond Knight of Germany" Erich Hartmann, who I believe was the most sucessful German ace during World War II, having been credited with around 250+ aerial victories, another autobiographty entitled "Stuka Pilot" written by the ace dive-bomber during the time (forgot his name), plus a host of other war stories, most of which are as aunthentic as they come because dad shied away from buying fictional accounts as much as posible.

This book is definitely a must-read for any military enthusiast, especially those that enjoy reading about the World Wars. Not a book for kids, it contains a sprinkling of cuss words, graphic descriptions of disfiguring injuries, and tall-tales about sailors' visits to the local whorehouses at their ports of call. =P