Before you read this, I’d like to inform you, Fritz (THIS IS A NOTE TO SELF, for when the author re-reads her entries) that you wrote this while you were immensely tired and sleepy (and possibly hungry). This is the other side of you that your not-so-close-friends don’t know. Promise me you won’t type “hihi” because if you do, I will giggle.
Hihi.
You broke our promise. Oh no! And now I giggle. *giggles* *straight face*
I am yawning as I am typing this slew of words; my eyes are also closing at a relatively more frequent but slower phase. How is this possible? My breathing falls into a strangely calm pattern, as my feet are shyly prancing around each other. My old laptop is sitting quasi-comfortably on this flat yellow pillow resting on my quasi-numb lap. The chain of discomfort, cheers to you!
Hello.
A lot has happened, a lot indeed. And I won’t go into details because no one needs to read about that. Instead, I shall use this space to remind me of the things I should be doing instead of writing this entry while I’m practically half-asleep. I shall also use this space to write the things that have kept me busy and or not-so-busy-but-you-know-how-it-is-during-the-holidays-the-mind-is-willing-to-work-but-the-holiday-spirit-and-or-vibe-isn’t-willing-to-cooperate-so-let’s-just-eat-and-relax-and-do-all-the-acad-thingies-late-at-night-until-3am-so-I-end-up-waking-up-t-1-in-the-afternoon-but-at least-I-was-able-to-do-some-acad-work-and-I-shall-stop-talking-this-way-now.
Cheers!
Before going home to Bataan, I spent some time with my org.mates. Yes, there was the lantern parade. Same old, same old. Then there’s spending the night at the Circle of Fun. It was my first time to ride something exciting other than public transportation vehicles [sic].
I forgot the name of the ride, but it’s similar to the famous “Viking” ride. My stomach disappeared for a few minutes then it came back equipped with ineffable qualms and imaginary marshmallow worms. Oh. Whenever we swung really high, I could feel my stomach moving. My stomach was frolicking to the beat of nausea. Not a good choice, my dear stomach. It was not a good feeling. But a good night is a good night spent with friends, hence I was happy.
Then I was reunited with my childhood flame, bumper cars. I can’t remember the last time I rode a bumper car (in reality, maybe in one of my dreams I did ride one. Oh.). I’ll probably end up as a bad driver. I hope that my bumper car driving skills would not be a predictor of my real driving skills that I still have to earn.
Note: I rode a blue bumper car. Blue. This reminds me of a story from my Psych class. Oh. But let’s move on…
So to make the long story short, I had fun. Here are some pictures that could attest to that happiness:
ANS BDS AND BECAUSE I AM TOO DISORIENTED AT THIS VERY MOMENT, I CANNOT UPLOAD PICTURES PROPERLY. I'KL I'LL GET BACK ON THIS ONE.
Fast Forward, Happy dance lalala, bla bla. Family events.
Fast Forward, Happy dance lalala, bla bla. Present time.
As I am typing this pointless entry, our telephone has already rung three separate times for the past ten minutes. There’s a prank caller on the 28th of December. Good gravy, I hope you find happiness in your life, dearest prank caller. Cheers to you!
I will be typing some incoherent phrases stitched together by further incoherence. I swear I am already sleeptyping (if such phenomenon exists).
ANIMAX is back on our cable! Holy donuts of Eden cheese, I am delighted! (kindly excuse my rambunctious expressions. I feel drowsy.) Medyo late nga lang binalik yung ANIMAX, wrong timing. Patapos na bakasyon ko at wala na rin ako time masyado magbabad sa anime goodness dahil sa acad work. Oh. Cable people, please bring back NHK World as well. Please.
Let’s talk about books.
I recently bought a secondhand copy of Franz Kafka’s THE METAMORPHOSIS and B.F. Skinner’s WALDEN TWO. I’m still finishing Kafka, so I can move on to Skinner. This sounds so kinky and geeky at the same time. This must be heaven.
I didn’t type the last two sentences above. Some other creature typed that.
I’ve also read the fresh batch of reading assignments in my favorite class – Broadcasting and Development. They were about failed “development” projects and their social and political implications. I really enjoy this class. I am learning a lot. I really think (though there’s still some space for uncertainty and doubts et al) that this is my path. I also had a heated discussion with my mom about the real notions of development. On the surface, some government and commercial projects may be signaling development, but the truth (or the truth that I perceive) is that these aren’t real developments. But an evasion of deeper social predicaments. This evasion works well for it navigates people’s attention away from the core issues and unto appealing trivialities of a materialistic society. Some may disagree, some may agree. And that is the beauty of discussions. Cheers to that!
I swear I am half-asleep by this time.
We had a family trip today. We went somewhere. We went to ________. I took some pictures. And now I feel happier. Even though I don’t own a “great” camera, I still enjoy taking pictures of everything and everyone I see. Not all of us can have the best equipment that money can buy (me, that’s me. I’m speaking on my behalf, thank you), but we all have a pair of (discerning) eyes and some pint of creativity capable of seeing and deciding which image deserves a shot.
I wish I could find an old camera from an antique shop or a secondhand store or under my pillow (you’ll never know!). I’d like to collect vintage cameras, thank you.
I am too sleepy to move anything aside from my fingers. And thus I shall continue typing.
NOTE TO SELF: Hi, Fritz. Let me just remind you of the event that took place yesterday. You were at a bookstore with your family, you had just attended mass. You were browsing the secondhand books section. You saw books about sociology and psychology. You saw fiction novels. Then you saw an old copy of WALDEN TWO. You bought that book. But beside WALDEN TWO was another old book you were interested in. You had second thoughts about buying it. Your hesitation was hampering your plans of academic and personal exploration. And the presence of your family has added even more tension to your already tension-filled book-buying decision-making process (yes, such process exists). You perused over the first few pages. Your pupils dilated (they probably didn’t but let’s just say that they did). It’s a book within the field of Psychology. An academic topic you have recently explored yet remains unexplored in mainstream research works. Your recent pensive mulling sessions have carved a big interest on this topic. But you are afraid of facing the possibilities that are clasped against this interest. Your curiosity nudges you to go back to that bookstore tomorrow and buy that book. But that other side of you is telling you to save yourself from dwelling in more confusion, so don’t buy that book. Insert ten exclamation marks here. So Fritz, will you buy that book or not? It will be there waiting for you on the left shelf, left lane, middle row. Old and grey, filled with pages waiting to be read. Ideas waiting to be judged and debates waiting for much response. I say buy that book and see what you learn from it. See if the confusion fades. But the decision is yours to make, Fritz. There is money on your drawer. Your shoes are ready; the bookstore is just one ride away. It’s up to you.
Why does my supposedly “objective self” have to sound so persuasive? Why? Your objectivity has failed. I think I already know what will happen to that book on the left shelf, left lane, middle row. Oh.
geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek
School munchies update:
Finished my reports for: Comm 140, BC 197
Finished the reading assignments in: BC 160
Wrote the paper for: Psych, script for Hapon11
I still have to: study for Comm140 exam, finish 197 readings, start 160 report, restudy/practice Japanese
AND I still have to do the following because I WANT TO
· Write a short story and or a poem
· Write the script for the 3rd episode of THE ADVENTURES OF DUCKY
· Shoot Episode 3 of TAOD
· Organize the sheet music for my organ compositions.
· Practice playing my compositions
· Learn a new organ piece. Attempt on composing a new piece.
· Join a photography contest hoho
· Write an essay
· Dance - I am kidding. Jog
· Finish reading my books!
· Have a movie marathon with friends (for a change). I recently watched Requiem for a Dream, Batch ’81, I cannot remember because I am too sleepy. Jdfsfklj.
· I’ll update this list.
I really want to talk about the present administration, the SC, and its decisions on such important issues. But now is not the right time to do that for I am not in the proper state to discuss serious issues. I shall do this tomorrow (after buying that book – Oh! Intrusive thoughts! Oh no!). Seriously, let’s talk about these issues tomorrow.
I am a drowsy creature from the planet of sleeping pills. If I don’t stop typing now, the incoherence might be too much, no decent reputation will be left for yours truly. Flying acorns! Battleship Politica! I digress. There is a sudden spur of incoherent words. Certain politicians are turning into avaricious vultures! Bacon! I am not making myself clear. I shall go to sleep now. This is my first time to blog while I am utterly too sleepy. This is different from doing acad work despite drowsiness. Tonight there is no academic pressure or educational pleasure guiding me. I am alone and drowsy, hence the birth of this blog entry. Good night! This is quite similar to writing in a drunken state, but I haven’t experienced the latter, thus I cannot make comparisons. I still have to turn off my laptop, keep it in my closet, do before-I-go-to-sleep-rituals-in-the-form-of-being-a-semi-OC person. I should really sleep now. Good night, people! May the state not succeed in its attempts of expanding power and spreading oppression over each and every one of you. Cheers!
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