Pessimistically Optimistic.

New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights.  ~Hamilton Wright Mabie

**

The hot sunshine pulled my eyelids apart, and I awoke from a slumber that I never wanted to take place. I wanted to do work last night. I didn’t want to sleep. But I eventually did. The mind was set to be industrious, but the body was oblivious. It craved for a little bit of rest.

I approached the calendar, which has been laying stagnant on the wall for nearly 12 months now. December 31.

It only means one thing: I am going to end the year with a lot of unfinished business. And they will all begin to accumulate together, like cumulonimbus clouds in the sky, creating a cataclysmic lightning of unfortunate events, which will inevitably strike me down. I hope something inevitable can still be avoided.

I’m not going to make any resolutions. I won’t say that I’m going to work even harder, or not let my emotions rule over me, or start donating to Church every Sunday during the Offertory, because I am going to break all of them anyway. I like breaking things. Nevertheless, I look forward to the New Year ahead. Despite my Guiness world-record unpreparedness, and my shameful obliterated learning momentum in school, I am going to face anything Mr. 2009 throws at me. Whether I succeed or fail,  is a different thing.

To God, to my Family, Friends, and everyone close to my heart, don’t leave me next year. You are the Sun to my world, shining brightly in the sky, and without you I’ll just be lifeless piece of improvised neanderthal, with less hair of course.

Media Noche in a few hours, and it’s the last opportunity for me to go on an eating rampage. Because when I go back to Singapore on Friday, breakfast, lunch and dinner won’t be as good as here. Hope SOMEONE hears this.

And, yeah, when you start your countdown, delay it by one second, according to some website. The gradual slowing of the Earth’s rotation is unable to keep up with the super-accurate clocks that some improvised neanderthals, with disproportionate amount of genius inside their brains, have created.

Besides that, I wish you all a

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Verbosity.

I found this really interesting article by Isagani de Castro, Jr., and an image of a ferocious dragon walking along the isle of the senate hall came to my mind, wearing a conspicuous, predominantly yellow-coloured dress, incinerating her fellow senators with fiery streams of verbose words that only very few people could comprehend. But the vividness of that image gradually fades, and all I see now is that famous lady – infamous to some – full of wit, character and sensibleness.

I extracted some parts of the article.

“I eat death threats for breakfast!”

She’s probably the only Cabinet official who’s been photographed wearing a bathing suit! She was on the cover of Asiaweek magazine, carrying a gun, under the headline: “Top Gun, Watch Out, Bad Guys – Miriam’s Coming.”

She has called a congressman “fungus-faced”, even challenging him to a fistfight.

In her first confirmation hearing as secretary of DAR, Santiago said she felt like “Indiana Jones in the Temple of Doom.” In one Commission on Appointments hearing, she was quoted as having said: “I am surrounded by idiots.”

While on an elevator in Congress, Santiago once said: “There’s no intelligent life down there. Beam me up, Scotty.”

In response to public servants who organized a protest after she was named DAR secretary, Santiago said: “Discombobulated moral retardates!”

Throughout her political career, she has made good fun of Congress, the Cabinet (“A cabinet meeting has a decided soporific effect”), public relations firms (“Miserable little intellectual amoeba!”), and many others who have attacked her.

I love her verbosity and her frankness.

She is probably the only intelligent life in Philippine politics.