More than two years ago, I started to blog “daily things” under a category I call “Triumvirate.” Each episode of The Triumvirate Series is a crystallization of how my day went in three themes. This is my own, novel way of writing a daily journal. However, I stopped the series at #12 because I have decided to blog about single-themed post every now and then. When you take a closer look at the modern blogging trends, there’s a shift: The popularity of (micro-)blogging sites such as Tumblr and Twitter enabled the modern humans to blog, share or write at whim as if the stimulus is too-hot-to-handle and needs an urgent, highly inevitable response. There’s no single theme–just life as it is.
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 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.
Most of my recent (an overstatement) entries here at my personal blog were mere links or teasers for my academic blog entries. This is reflective of the fact that I don’t have a personal life since most of my hours were spent for the thing called academics. Now I feel the pressure to tell stories I weren’t able to tell during my leave of absence. To lessen my thinking time (because my crazy brain is tired), I will be posting pictures and I will be telling a short story behind each image.