Monthly Archives: August 2008
This WordPress account of mine is purely by accident. You see, I was a Blogger user before I forgot my password which I changed a day before logging in again. I was so anxious of not getting my blog back since Blogger and Gmail fused with the concept of a “uni-password.” I remember SMSing Jau and Bikoy that time to find a remedy. Alas, my stupidity translated to misery.
My Speech121 group of seven constantly ramble with each other to come up with a story for our (looming) children’s literature performance. For all I care, we are yet to perform something in front of gullible toddlers which they can instantly relate with and participate on.
Because I already said even before time that I’ve always wanted to be Sweeney Todd, this piece could never be likable for those brats. Our make-up could scare them to their wits while eternally whimpering, “Mommyyyyy!” The piece itself is hell gory and we might get censored by some self-important parent.
Edgar Allan Poe’s dark literature apparently won’t be even thought of. So weird of me. Shit, I really really wanna frighten the kids till their eyeballs stick out. Kidding.
And so I propose my own (Comm3) piece, “Snow White and Snow Cone.”
A close friend personally asked me a couple of days ago if school politics interest me. She was egging me to her party as a certified prospect for the next academic year. I was out of words. After some split seconds of bemusement, I strictly retorted, “Ako? As in… ako?”
Politics in UP, as far as I have witnessed it, is a complex civilization of intelligent elites and freedom fighters. If I were to enter, the whole alarm system could go blaring as an innocent alien has intruded indiscriminately. For further security, they could wear their complete leather gear as to mask themselves from my cluelessness in politics.
And before they could ask what the hell was I doing there, I’d say first, “I come in peace. But I see that umm, never mind. I’ll go back to my planet.”
In short, I still don’t know if I’m an altruistic collegian or an apathetic nonpartisan. ( + )
Barely a month before my birthday. Hmm.
My wallets remain shackled. My other treasure vaults are in state-of-the-art computer locks only the likes of Thomas Edison or Jimmy Neutron can hack. So please… spare me from making you… libre.
Mulling over with this post resulted from an unanswered dilemma on who am I going to treat for my birthday. (My family is mandatory so no questions asked).