A morning walk

It's 5:45 in the morning and I was reading a book for my thesis. I had the urge to walk outside. Wearing only a pair of khakis and sando, I went to a nearby 7/11--a staple place for people with nowhere to go in ungodly hours. I bought the first thing that I saw as an excuse: a bag of Chippy. Red. Salty. Good enough. 

Cue few puffs, walking students in lanyards and uniforms, morning sweepers, a lady, another lady with her son, and a girl buying Red Horse 500mL--I was good to go. 

I walked home taking a dimly-lit road. It was cold. February cold. 

I got home, went to my open computer, and stared.

Can't wait for Sagada.

On Observing

Chuck Palahniuk once wrote that the best way to waste one's life is by taking notes and the easiest way to avoid living is just watch. There is some sense in his words as an observer is bound to to live his live relative to the lives of others, but I do not believe that an observer's life is void of its meaning whenever he observes. He sees things that others do not see, feel things that others do not feel, and experience events that others do not and cannot experience. And these perceptions are just his own. Whenever one walks along the streets of Pedro Gil and observes his surroundings, from the wailing jeepneys to the transient people, one creates an alternative dimension--where meanings are endless and experience is unique. Vicarious living is mere self-sensing that creates another version of someone else's experience and makes it his own. 


Quite frankly, I feel I'm most alive when I just watch. 

Summer Screenshot 7: Graduation

From postsecret.com

To all graduates who are feeling the same thing (cum laude or not), still, congratulations on your graduation. Serve (a) the people (b) your husband (c) both. 

A Wednesday journey to the stream of consciousness

When I woke up today at 11:00, I was 2 hours late for my first class: the lights are dim as my room gets no light outside as always, and the air is cooler than usual that made me fall asleep again as I have placed my netbook on my lap to do my Psycholinguistics homework, which is my second double-period for the day.

The next thing I remember is turning the lights on at 11:45 after a sudden jolt of wakefulness coming from the heat of my netbook that had been placed on my lap for almost an hour; from my desktop, I opened the PDF book that flashed p. 253 showing a syntactic tree as an aid to discuss Ferreira's study in 1996 on the left side while placing the unsaved word file that I have created for my homework on the right side, making both of them visible at the same time in my 10" screen.

Still half asleep at 12:03 I was done making a table showing 5 studies discussed on the 11th chapter of the book, enabling me to vaguely  discuss Brown and McNeill, Fromkin, Roelofs, Astell and Harley, and Boomer and Laver, in 1968, 1996, 1992, 1973, and 1966 reversely, making myself ready to take a bath only to almost accidentally wash my face with conditioner--Clear conditioner--then come to school for the second period.

 My tweet earlier today summarized my early venture in less than 140 words, but I learned stream of consciousness today as a literary device, I just had to use it!

Photographs

Some have babies in it.

Some have dogs.

Some make you remember that cool movie you've watched.

Or that last turbo dinner you had before going home

That you were busy that one night

...even thought it's PRTSC and was totally taken just for this post.

Some photographs signal beginnings, those that make you think of what's going to happen next.

And will happen soon.