Ice furry in my sleep

Another rainy day. No classes.

Was bored. After watching MTV reruns for two straight days (for lack of anything better, poor me), I think it's time to put down the remote for a good three days or so. Channel surfing even makes me cross-eyed now.

I'm munching on corn at the moment, something that we've been doing for the past week. We are corn-loving, corn-munching. Last time it was kamote with butter, although we soon got out of that. We've also watched Pride and Prejudice for the second time since Sunday. And mom wanted to watch it today too, but I told her I had to watch some Pilates to get some moves for PE. Hehe, we're fans of Mr Darcy. Naiinis kami hindi man sila nag-kiss sa huli, kahit sobrang cheesy ng ganun, haha.

No classes yesterday either, which meant we got to watch the live telecast of Ms Universe. Some feminists say it's as low as a dog show; I used to say that too, but what the heck, it's still entertainment. More importantly, it's a competition-- everyone wants their bet to win. It would've been nice to have Ms Philippines win. It's like... the Philippine Askal winning over Foreign Pedigree, like Ateneo winning over La Salle, and the Philippines becoming first-world in 20 years. It's a cinderella story, and we all know we're suckers for those kinds of things. (Note: not that Ms Philippines is comparable to an askal-- she's a very very good candidate, actually.) Nakakatawa, sobrang na-bad trip si Bianca nung wala si Ms Phils sa top 20. Nag walk out siya sa sama ng loob at di na nanood. Hahaha.

Missologists na pala yung tawag sa mga taong expert sa beauty contests. Would you look at that. The brilliance of the human mind in thinking up fields of expertise. It's like having the National Union of Potato Quality or whatever. But you have to hand it to them-- they know their stuff.

PGMA's Sona
It was a fine and marvelous plan, and it would even be more beautiful if they can execute it properly. (Unfortunately, life in the Philippines doesn't offer that kind of guarantee, so between booing Arroyo and deluding yourself, it's better to enjoy her good mood while it lasts.) Every PHRASE she uttered sparked five-second clapping-- I should know. I counted. It got annoying, especially when she was smilingly retelling feel-good stories and used it to chummy up with the masses. How vile. (She's bad at PR. I swear.)

I feel sorry for her though. How tough it must be trying to lead a country that doesn't believe you. Well, it's her fault anyway; she's still dodging her issues. But I think it can be disheartening. It's just sad...

I forgot to watch RPN's art film for Monday-- I was doing my homework. Tsk. I was able to enjoy Howie Severino's i-witness episode though: Dilim. And it was undoubtedly the coolest thing I have EVER seen on TV. For those who don't know what went on there, Howie Severino went into a cave. But not just any cave. It was one in Samar, so big and dark and unexplored, that you're not really certain what lurks there. "Bangungot sigurong maligaw dito sa dilim." And I agree. The cave was terrifying in its beauty, majestic and awe-inspiring. It was as great as exploring Egyptian pyramids, or suddenly discovering that a separate world lived under your feet altogether. There were eye-less fish and crabs there too, which was weird but fascinating. If you can't even imagine what naturally eye-less creatures look like, I suggest you watch it... somehow. Sayang, sobra kasing late na pinapalabas yung mga documentaries e.


If you're not moved by this kind of beauty... well... Bato ka.



Kain na raw kami.