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After watching Mano Po 6 (Sharon Cuneta’s bulky package is the only thing I can remember, btw), I saw a children’s party at Jollibee. A Jollibee mascot was there, entertaining the kids the juvenile way. I stopped and stared at the happy bee and saw myself joining the kids’ crowd. I smiled and saw him smiling back at me. Well, he can’t frown anyway. But the jiffy moment I sang and dance in my mind made me realize how old I am now that prevented me to actualize those action thoughts. I’m 20, and I think I’m old.
Observant people tell me that I blog more often than before. Well, I think it’s even an understatement. I rarely blog every day, or even every week–I think I blog only twice or thrice a month. And this is a justifiable excuse because of the different justifiable forces that prevent me to do so. If something justifiable inhibited you to do something, then the direct causes of inhibition would also be as justifiable. This is the kind of logic I sustain in my values stream that kept me breathing. But I guess this won’t work in the crazily fast-paced lifestyle of the 21st century.
After some sort of celebration, I already need to face my school chores. Well, that’s a need I refuse to fulfill simply because I’m not in the mood–and my mind and body haven’t achieved a state of enlightenment just yet. But for now, I’m a happy bum. Actually, I’m waiting for my 2010 planner because it will start a spark of gusto and will kick my ass towards my unused study desk. I thought Red Moleskine’s coming to me, but I changed my mind–I’ll settle for the mass-adored Starbucks Planner. Four stickers before possession; not bad. Okay, I did break my words about this thing. But who cares?
Christmas for me is yet another day. It was a quiet Christmas Eve in the Aguado Residence with the aroma of Noche Buena in the green and red biosphere. We ate dinner, waited for some time and treated the traditional Christmas midnight dinner as a mandatory round two. My sister and I watched the first episode of Grey’s Anatomy after fulfilling ourselves with Christmas-must-have-desserts and happily forcing ourselves to formulate Christmas greetings to send via SMS. It was a peaceful night, I can say. Too peaceful, one can say it initiates boredom. I actually like this kind of set-up–seeing my happy family in the dinner table without the cheesy factor is just enough.
After some good telephone conversation, I coerced myself to sleep. I got my pillow, dressed my cold body with some Christmas-weather-proof blanket and started formulating my sweet dreams. Apparently, during my sleep’s Rapid Eye Movement stage, I can still hear the telephone conversation I just had before raping my sleeping bed. I thought it was a not-so-good dream so I decided to wake up and ponder in silence–hoping to spell a better sleeping trick. Well, I think I can’t and, voila, I decided to blog.
Apart from seeking a decent employment, I also want to earn a Master’s degree. I actually wanted to get an MBA but I realize I also want to get an MA in Organizational Communication because of my personal ambition to develop the degree program here in the Philippines (hello unbelievably high aspirations; hello Sir Burn-who-wants-me-to-study-at-NUS). Unfortunately, no MA in OrCom is yet available in the country. Until recently, I saw a double master’s degree from Fairleigh Dickinson University.
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