Tas, oh, Tas! Mr. Tabulas. Why can't she upload photos in your blog site?

{ mood } starved

Filed under dengeki daisy | 2 flushed their pen's ink

Is there any place in the Philippines (universe) where politics isn't meddling? Is there no one who bags politics wherever he goes? She thought the country ought to be of democracy. Or was she wrong? Better yet, what is democracy? Slash the connotation and denotation. One will always think it is the other anyway. You know how lies are fallacies and fallacies as lies.

Like how 'vote wisely' is most worn-out election adage only to find out that one dictates who to vote while the rest who are told so blindly oblige. Like how the constitution says that the incoming politician will start to function on par with his public service after the term of the previous politician of his rank is done, but seems to have already declared months before election campaign that all medical allies hired in that certain big vicinity during the previous politician's term will be terminated. Like how a simple feeding program is publicized -- money spent and vvips involved.

How she wishes that a school night's cocktail event is merely of social purpose and an escape from the confines of the world where even school organization or peer factions are in the slightest bit entwined with politics. You wish.

Of course, it is politics.

Again.

People's idiosyncrasy at its most polite form. Hence, the word 'politics'. And it tics. Almost always finding something to tic.

It's a given politics is entailed with government. And one needs to have a governed life no matter in what manner. No. Not nagging. Just stating a fact. Quite interesting actually.

...

Politics is simple.

But then again, it is made to be that broad. Very. BROAD.

Beats her.

...

What is politics to you anyway?

Headache.

Nonetheless, let's be logical.

{ mood } amused

Filed under orinji no iru | hn. your pen's toilet

It was his nickname thru out high school. And she was one who called people with nicknames because she was always doing something and calling people with their long names is a hassle. It was either a nickname or a surname.

And he was one of the trio delinquent bullies who loved to ridicule her from the moment they laid their eyes on her among any other victims.

In the long run, it was a silent assumption that even there were cycles of harsh discipline and petty quarrels, there was a respect growing amongst them. The trio were intelligent after all. It would be beyond her if their brains won't work with that degree.

During college, they became classmates where only a few of them came from the same high school.

And perhaps out of habit she called him with his sobriquet at times. And people were astounded, jestering, or amused.

It was time he was called with his first given name, Jericho.

If she will still call his monicker she'd have it voiced in a manner different that it would have been. In that way there'd be a melange of memories and recognition.

She and he may never have been the best of friends, but there will always be an unspoken respect. As well as those of the rest of the trio in high school, almost the same trio in primary school, and the like during middle school. Men are much more adept in these situations than women.

Because she could count the only women who she had reconciled with.

Respect. Trust. Respect and Trust. Those are the categories.

But, with respect alone in this specific circumstance...

(hn)

...is one value she keeps her word with.

{ mood } complacent

Filed under kyooiku kankei no | hn. your pen's toilet

It is said that foolishness is perfected self-awareness.

                                                                - Usui Takumi

Yore ere she watched 3 Idiots (seriously, bragging aside) she thought of idiocy as only two things with one dominant over the other and the other revolves around the domninant: pure utter innocent idiocy or elegantly calculated idiocy.

The dominant one? The latter.

And with many years afterwards, here she comes across a page with a character muttering those words complementary to the whole story where the character is involved.

Finally.

It begins. It has always been there.

But,now, it begins.

Filed under orinji no iru, through red-colored spectacles | hn. your pen's toilet

Tas, oh, Tas! At last, it worked. You know the photos thing.

{ mood } somewhere in between

Filed under dengeki daisy | hn. your pen's toilet

Wealth does not change your personanlity. It only magnifies it.

- Castle

{ show } evening news

Filed under through red-colored spectacles | hn. your pen's toilet

{ show } grabbing a snack before resuming The Lord of the Rings Trilogy

Filed under ichigo to chokoreete | hn. your pen's toilet