I’m currently underground to do my thesis. I’ll resurrect my blogging self soon. :)
A Short Update
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100 Araw
I’ll be a commentary writer for 100Araw.com–a collaborative project to enlighten the Filipino voting population about everything they should know about the upcoming elections. The articles that would be written here are beyond the superficial level but still strive to be understood by all Filipino people across classes and political benches. Here’s the welcome entry by Tonyo Cruz for more information about 100Araw.com. Congratulations, Kuya Tonyo!
The Way We Plan 2010
As you grow older, the mess in your life increases in number. Fortunately, although men haven’t made mechanisms to make these horrific entities disappear, humans have at least made them easier to acknowledge, easier to solve. Thank you, Mr. Planner Inventor. Every December, I’m always excited to plan for the coming year; of course, the activity would be nicer if you have a great planner with you–ready to help you visualize your new life. Moreover, a planner is a secretary that nags you everyday as if it’s not your alter ego.
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The Way We Plan 2010
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23 January 2010
Plants Amidst Zombies
Plants
The last few days were good–I had a nice speech delivery for a major subject amidst necessary panic; I had some of the best times with my closest friends amidst academic labor; and I obtained a crucial literature I need for my thesis amidst willful ignorance. Fate has been good to me. Well, I just don’t know how long she’ll be that way.
2010 Fireworks
“Living BESIDE Ayala Alabang has its perks. You can see their matapobre fireworks every new year that’ll make your poor kwitis disappear. Happy 2010!” This is my Facebook status message last New Year’s Eve that was liked by at least 20 people. Living in our village is actually a free pass to a fireworks exhibition the rich kids have organized themselves. So what does a spectator like me needs to do? I got a digital camera and soon realized that it has a fireworks mode option. And these happened next.
A Jovial Prospectus
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.
Prolificacy
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.
A Romantic Agenda
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?
So It’s Christmas
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.