High School Kids On A Saturday Night

So we play the old-fashioned game. It's a cliché and I like it.
In case you're wondering what that nip-slip of a photo is behind the card:

Seasonal Passion

The previous entry said: DETAILS LATER.

Seriously? I couldn't even get my personal life (that's academics, extra-curricular activities, familial responsibilities, what have you) in order and I'd have time to update my blog? Answer is, no. *DING DING DING!* Jackpot, baby.

Every time an idea sparks in my head, something I would definitely write about, I just happen to be elsewhere, a computer and internet access out of sight. I seem to have this seasonal passion for writing and I think I'm less of a fine writer that I was back in high school. I keep this blog so I could exercise, not just my fingers as I type, but my mind; to rid it of the cobwebs built by vanity and fear; to free my mind of pretensions. That's me, the writer. The other part of me is lazy and apathetic. I never run out of words (to say, yes, but) to write, never. I just can't find the energy and time.

When I wanna write, I really wanna write. And it gets all too frustrating if I can't get the words out! Take now, for example: I'm simply ranting. It's making me feel a little better but when I think about all the stuff I missed to write about, I feel bad again.

Must. Stop. Rant. Blogs. I become an inferior writer by the minute. Come to me, positivity!

21 Days of Unplanned Hiatus

It has three full weeks since I last wrote an entry. I have so much to tell; the words are in my head, coursing through my veins, itching to be released through the power of my fingertips pounding on my laptop keyboard. I have the words, alright. But do I have the time? No.

Part of me feels bad that I haven't been writing for a long time. I actually learned to manage my time more when I plan to post an entry. Aside from that, it's a way to make incremental improvements with my writing skill and style. Or at least I'd like to think so. On the other hand, the latter part of me feels great that I haven't been spending so much time on the internet for the past few days. I actually accomplished things I don't normally even think about doing.

Time has been my toughest opponent; academics and school organization responsibilities, its mighty underlings. Add to that, internet connection deprivation has been the sole factor for the past seven days.

Now that I'm once again alive in the cyberspace, I plan to keep limiting my "stay" over the internet. New habit: time management. Ha! Gotta love it. Haha.

On the brighter side of things, I say hello to the weekend! It doesn't end there. Since I technically don't have any final exam this finals week, I say hello to you, too, TERM BREAK. Oh, how much you have been anticipated. Fourteen weeks, ay caramba. Around this time, seven days from now, I'll be on Davao soil and breathing (fresh) Davao air!

On the greener side of the fence: UAAP Season 73 FEU-DLSU Round 2 game was awesome! The FEU Tamaraws aren't very unbeatable after all! ;) Thanks to Meryl for the photo!

Election Day, Momentous Day

MOMENTOUS. I can't say that I have waited for this day with excitement for so long because I have been apathetic until last night, as I filled out the Sample Ballot that COMELEC mailed to each registered voter.

On TV at 6:214 AM. I feel so giddy! Not over Atom Araullo! Giddy to vote, dummy! Hahaha!
Dad and Mom locating our assigned cluster precinct room at the La Paz Elementary School.
I feel so grown up! I can finally vote for change, betterment, or whatnot for my country. Or maybe I really should be feeling that way cos I already am grown up. Hahaha. So my parents and I arrive at the voting precinct at 6:45 AM and a woman was already arguing with screaming at a teacher/Board of Election Inspector about not being given any priority. First come, first serve, yes, but if you can't show the tiniest hint of respect, even for yourself, then don't bother. She wouldn't stop, oh my God. Can't blame anyone if I'm clustered with registered informal settlers, right? Anyway, this is me waiting beyond the queue...
I didn't plan on cutting but I didn't have to line up all the way because my precinct made its own system to keep things calm and collected after that incident with the loudmouthed woman; we have service numbers! Haha.
An hour and about 15 minutes later, I can flash you the dirty finger! >:) Hahaha! And a dirty thumb. ;) It's all worth it though. I think I had an awesome first time because I didn't have to wait hours and hours to get through the ridiculous long lines and insane heat. It pays to be early! ;)
It was a great experience! Social classifications, discrimination, and all other boundaries were broken because today, we vote as an ordinary Filipino citizen. Today, I did my part. I love my country, and this is what I can offer. I continue to pray that my one vote can make a change.