Achieving Happiness

Often I still wonder how the heck I  ended up being part of the Kilusang Mapagpalaya. I mean, I know myself quite, quite well — am very self-aware — and so I’m amazed how I’m still here.

These days the entire nation is in an uproar over the corruption of an immoral and illegitimate presidency. For the last month, the newspapers and current events-websites have been filled with reports as to how President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo cheated herself to Malacanang, manipulating the May 10, 2004 polls. Her infamous poll-fraud having been recorded on tape: her conversations with Comelec commissioner Virgilio Garcillano having been wire-tapped (the tapes are now known as the "Hello, Garci?" tapes).

Almost daily there are rallies and demonstrations as educational institutions, cause-oriented groups and various other organizations opposing corruption and demanding immediate political reforms express and even shout out their demand for the removal of Pres. Arroyo from power, etc etc etc.

you get the drift.

As for myself, well, i write the statements during the day, but at night I watch telenovellas. After finishing Lovers in Paris, I’ve moved on to "FullHouse." The story is quite different from LIP, but it’s as compelling. Actually, I relate to it more because the leads are younger, and the plot is funnier.

So what am i trying to say?

Only this crazy admission that left to my devices and if I had no political or social conscience at all (grumble, grumble. Darn it), I would be lying at home, camped out on the sofa watching Korean telenovellas (or even those from Taiwan, am not picky at this juncture) and eating junkfood.

I miss being creative. I miss writing poetry, I miss writing short stories. I feel so empty and ashen inside because of my neglect of the things I love most for myself. Not that I’m really complaining against the Kilusan, (not at al!!!), I’m just, well, wistful. I wish I had more time - to watch movies, to read fiction, to write fiction, to daydream and to create. Everytime I get down to begin a story, whoooosh,something comes up and I have to read newspapers again and tinker with concepts and ideas and analysis. I miss imagining things and describing a world of my own making.

The thing is, I watch the soaps because they allow me escape. what’s new with that? sheesh.

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