This is the part where I try to forget about promising the best Christmas day for my family by doing the best I can otherwise I would perpetually feel like a loser.
This Christmas day was extremely forgettable. It was arguably the worst one yet, even worse than the year when I just slept through Noche Buena. I bought whip cream to accent each bomb that went out the kitchen but it turns out, you need more than an airtight can dispensing fat to have the best Christmas ever! Who could have known?
Every deposit of optimism in my whole physical layer is being tapped or I might implode into a giant, negative void that will absorb everyone else's happiness.
Except for a facial cleaning and mindless consummation of calories bereft of any magic quality, yesterday was an especially sad day. A sucky normal day is better than a sucky special day.
You want music that will detach you from this world? Ladies and gentlemen, Björk.
Her music on your iPod will equal mini-bursts of contemplation and stepping out of the world. I started listening to her music in high school when, through serendipity, I found myself watching her "All is Full of Love" video online.
And now, while studying the first chapter for a Chemistry long exam, I somehow ended up listening to the song above while asking myself "how did I bring myself the necessity of understanding intermolecular forces?" and later quoting the damage dehumanization has brought me.
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I wake up every morning with sore muscles, colds and a headache. There is something about the Christmas air that turns me into a big pile of mess while I'm asleep.
Hey there!
Christmas is almost here and I will try and do everything to make this Christmas a really good one for my family. I think its about time I try and help out.
The point is, ladies and gentlemen, building a hundred theaters and using 98 of them to show a sad excuse for a vampire film is the stupidest idea I have ever witnessed. Yes, you may gain extra money -- but remember, undermining the respect for the field of cinema where your wealth is built upon resembles treachery and you will be punished!
My insides are so MAD! The cinema is to choose between a movie that involves two of the world's greatest minds and one that was previously a poorly written book that treads upon the lines of bestiality and pedophilia. What do they choose? The latter.
I have read the Twilight series. It was, more than anything else, a feather that can tickle the sweaty armpits of pubescent girls. As luring minds into the pits of stupidity is far more easier than dragging them up the hill of true skill, the book series turned into a popular film franchise.
I do not hate Twilight, I just find it offending that some people think it is a gift from God.
And I laughed so hard my brain almost fell off when I saw the trailer.
Bella and Edward did it during their honeymoon. Fade out. Then Bella is clutching her swelling uterus, sporting that all-too familiar look, asking why she is pregnant. Woman, it is because you had sex! (But in the first place, it is physiologically impossible to engage in intercourse with a bloodless but alive corpse. Therefore, everything is just wrong!)
HERE IS A MOVIE I WANT TO WATCH:
I have read a review and now I'm wanting it more. A Dangerous Method does not deserve to be downloaded and viewed on the puny screen of my laptop. I must see Jung and Freud in the cinema. Local movie houses, have a little pride! Your institution gives chance for art with the illusion of motion and sound to be viewed by the public. Show good movies!
Today is November 23, 2011. This day, two years ago, headlines across the country forced us to face the decline of our own government.
The Senate passed a resolution declaring the 23rd of November as the National Day to End Impunity.
I hope the ravenous prosecution that had recently took place be only the start and not the end of it. If there is one thing I ask, it is that we may be able to sustain whatever it is agreed to be done.
Terror of Consensus (Francoise Gaillard): Harmony in a political space is not by, of, and consensus.
I have empirical proof of its efficacy when it comes to curing inevitable (but somehow rational) sadness that comes upon people.
Keep life busy.
I have been trying to do so but sometimes my body would resist for a reason yet to be found. On random times of the day, I develop an itch to just lie down and sleep right where I’m standing. Of course, I say no. Sleeping midday works against me (I end up hyper-active at 3 AM).
A reason why I have to keep myself perpetually busy is that my brain is a chaotic pessimist. If I give it five minutes of free-thinking and raw contemplation, it would eventually arrive at saddening predicaments. Once I was sad because somehow, my brain arrived to the likely fact that I will never be able to traverse all the highways on earth - and that made me feel bad.
It all started when I was riding a vehicle that time and saw a handful of men working on a road. I have read in a novel or something beforehand the story of a man, who as a kid, noticed the men who work on the roads. As he grew up, he saw more of them -- but in different places around their town. He became happy because he thought one day, all these would stop. There would be no more roads to build and the world would have endless highways to anywhere he would want to go, perfect links to everywhere.
Obviously, this is not the case. I was just really sad because it takes a lot of planning, resources and manpower to build a road and I wouldn’t be able to make use of them all (which for me is a sincere act of appreciation) . Catharsis occurred when I started imagining the lives of the planners and builders. (Their childhood, histories of themselves, help build the roads! I would never be able to appreciate their humanity!)
The point is if I keep my mind linger, alone and free, I definitely arrive at sad conclusions.
So a busy life it is.
I promised myself that I would be more active in school organizations. They are interest-based and the only reason for membership is interest. It is only proper that I respond to their needs. It would keep me busy over doing things which, to begin with, I like. Win-win.
Do school work, of course. My course can be represented by a staircase. Every one step up, you get more and more stressed and anxious of reaching the Himalayan top.
Do photography again. Stop muting that you love looking at photos and taking them.
IMOGEN CUNNINGHAM: Ideas Without End
PHOTOGRAPHY: Foundation course. Has a great section on film processing.
(borrowed photography books form the library)
Enjoy the life and try best to avoid situations where the mind wanders freely. Or if ever it really craves for a roam around the field, teach it about roses which are beautiful but thorny.
And here is the part where I try to stop the mind from concluding that the happiness is achieved if the mind isn’t free. That the mind is the enemy of contentment.
