mardi, janvier 1
appa woke us up early in the morning scratching at the bedroom door. i left him outside at the foyer to sleep at the room with the a/c for a change. it had been the other room for me and appa for the past couple of days. and since everybody was here, at mom's, beds were scarce. except for my sister and her husband who's up in the sky between here and india.
suppose appa heard some fireworks again coz earlier at midnight, at the height of the revelry, he was terrified of the noise that they made. suppose there were some who didn't find midnight sufficient and were at it again. it's somewhere nearby. close enough to be heard and loud enough to scare appa. oh poor appa.
i couldn't surely go back to bed now thinking appa needs me to be by his side so while listening to some tracks of miles davis at 5h06, i decided to write a recap of the year ...
we lost toph. what a way to start the year. i know. she'll be someone i'll be wondering about for a very long time.
appa bit dandy on the face.
the family made a small trip to palawan. enjoyed it almost everybody was there. except for papa. miss you pops. and ronnie who was trying to make a good impression at his new job. that time.
diablo 3 came out. got bored with it during armagedon but i'm back at it again.
in august, we went without electricity for almost 4 weeks. imagine ça!
it was refreshing to watch the obama and romney debates. obama won eventually but it was close. i would like to think that he won and romney lost precisely because of their opposite stand on gay rights. but who knows. obama has got to fix the economy though. he needs to spend less.
our local politics just doesn't seem to compare. i am happy and hopeful with the likes of pia cayetano and miriam defensor santiago during the RH debates in particular. it was also horrific to listen to sotto and the catholic voice in the senate with their obvious delaying tactics, fallacious, plagiarized, and outdated arguments.
ayn rand continues to fascinate me escpecially after reading her autobiography. i just finished reading we the living. and i'm starting on the fountainhead. we the living had it's moments. in it's entirety, i think it would make a good independent movie. the book revolved around kira, andrei, and leo. with post revolution russia as the background. ayn was successful in depicting life as it was deemed living in communist russia where options where limited, opposing political views were dangerous. i understand it's implications, as ayn puts it eloquently in her philosophy and in her stories. but i think i got tired (or bored) of reading about it's dreariness, it's lifelessness.
finally i have need of mention that i couldn't make myself finish reading the necronomicon because when i did, i started to get nightmares. it was also during the scare of a visitor supposedly seeing someone in the kitchen and of disembodied voices. i'm a scaredy cat. that's why. maybe when i run out of books to read i could. but for now .. it's going to be the shelf for the necronomicon.
on a more serious note. this is the year when i was able to let go of several things: smoking. i hope it's going to be it this time.. also my obsession(s). am i letting go. or am i just escaping ... who knows. who cares ...