pondering

the logic of the Christ is the science of the cross...

the Metro Manila traffic is a laboratory of virtues...
(of patience, particularly)

we learn the art of sacrifice when we learn to love...
(the more you love, the more you become selfless)

the bed is a magnet...
(don't be magnetized)

question for the day:
Am I the strong enough to be God's girl?

Clown

I call you a clown.
You’re my clown. I know you’re not happy behind the make-up. Call it self-mortification or whatever. But it doesn’t matter if you’re happy behind the thick foundation and the thick red lipstick, still you make me smile, you make me smile behind my own self-mortification behind my own make-up.

I call you a clown, you’re a clown; you’re not a joker. Jokers’ jokes aren’t corny. Yours are. But your corny jokes aren’t short of funny anyway. You’re a clown, with those jokes at the back of your head, just waiting to be unraveled. You’re a clown, a natural one. Even sans the make up.

I call you a clown. You can see frolics in the normalcy of ordinary things.

I call you a clown, but you also have the seriousness camouflaged behind that make-up and funky clothes. You may have worn that colorful stuff and that thick pressed powder on your face, yet you’re not happy.

I call you a clown, my clown…

Thanks for making me smile. . .

Table of the Academically Troubled People

My housemates and I are feeling the first semester already.

The table near the sofa is already expanded (read: it's the Table of the Academically Troubled People) and everyday, piles of books, readings, dermatographs, calculators, columnar sheets and Boy Bawang are present in our midst... Ate Flor, our dear landlady isn't imposing the 12 midnight- lights out anymore... which makes most of us happy...

During the first month, we still had time watching movies (Just Friends, Cheaper by the Dozen 2...) using Joey's cute laptop and we had a hard time hearing the voices of the characters because of the trykes' mega-sounds outside the gate. Also, we need to keep Ate Cham quiet, especially when she comments aloud because thinks she's too sleepy to watch and we forced her to.

Now, no more movie-watching. Our supposed-to-be Prince and Me movie moment last night was cancelled, because Cybudaydi needs to finish her BA stuff, Kat needs to sleep, Con needs to answer her Chem assignment, I need to finish my Comm141 readings, Hazel and Kezia have an exam the next day...and the rest just have some acad presoccupations...

I wonder when we'll watch it. Maybe when I already learn how to sharpen a dermatograph in less than 3 minutes and I do not need April's help in doing so...

top three

these are the things I learned, one thursday afternoon at Masscomm when the WiFi signal is strong...

context defines experience...go figure...

as McLuhan said, he didn't know who discovered water, but he's very sure it wasn't a fish... I believe so...

when I am so worried about something, chances are, everything will be alright, specially when I'm still suffering from the D fever (according to Con, and I was sitting at the Table of the Academically Troubled People at the boardinghouse last night...

thanks Liz McPhair is there to ask Why Can't I?