Because I have been feeling like a stone lately (if stones feel at all), let me just share some things that made me less stony. haha.

This is from my LitCrit reading by Victor Shlovsky (which I'm reading now to prepare for tomorrow's midterms. LOL):

"'If the whole complex lives of many people go on unconsciously, then such lives are as if they had never been.' And art exists that one may recover the sensation of life, it exists to make one feel things, to make the stone stony. The purpose of art is to impart the sensation of things as they are perceived and not as they are known."

And this one, I got from my Ad teacher. It was so beautiful that we used it for our report in aesthetics.

Watch it. It WILL make your heart melt.

So yes, back to work. ;)

(My birthday was 3 days ago. lol)

Make time stop. I'm not ready to be 21 yet!

Boo

My resume is lifeless. How very sad.

The Reign of Greed

The Reign of Greed is the English title of El Filibusterismo (ahhh the things I learn in my aesthetics class)... only the greedy are no longer the Spaniards but our own people... the very people who make the country run--or not run, to use a more appropriate term.

"With Spain or without Spain they would always be the same, and perhaps worse! Why independence, if the slaves of today will be the tyrants of tomorrow? And that they will be such is not to be doubted, for he who submits to tyranny loves it."

- Padre Florentino, El Filibusterismo

He was right.

Detached.

Damn, let's just get these things over with.

Bitin

I wish this break would last a hundred days longer! That way, we'd all go straight to summer vacation. LOL. Thinking of going to school always did kill me. I remember when I was in grade school, I'd cry so loud in the morning begging my parents to not make go to school. And when I did go, I wouldn't let go of my dad's hand and my teacher would start pulling me away from him. That was the routine. Ugh. Some things don't change. Except, of course, I stopped crying every morning and my teachers don't pull me to go in the classroom anymore.

Actually there's only one class I'd hate to go back to... the class I only signed up for because it had the word "literature" in its title but it turns out that there's no sign of literature there... the class whose teacher stepped on me until there was nothing left of me to step on... the class where I now feel like a banana peel when I enter... geez. Here I go again. Sorry. It's a f*cking POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER, I swear. LOL. I say that, because these symptoms have happened to me:

• Intrusive, upsetting memories of the event
• Flashbacks (acting or feeling like the event is happening again)
• Nightmares (either of the event or of other frightening things)
• Feelings of intense distress when reminded of the trauma
• Intense physical reactions to reminders of the event (e.g. pounding heart, rapid breathing, nausea, muscle tension, sweating)

Hahaha. Okay enough of that. It's not good to think of such things on the first day of the year. ;)

My Christmas and New Year were great (even with the upset stomach)! There's still the family reunion I'm looking forward to. I just love the holidays. :))