Dynamic Entity

I'm not sure what it's called, if it's energy, idea, vibrance or inspiration, but I know it's the thing fueling us, the dynamic entity that keeps us going. Existing in this world of fast lives points out that this entity is indeed exhaustible until it's almost all used up. In living we struggle to refill it as fast as we consume it.

Who then sucks this energy out? Some may believe that other people do. Others may say that the pressure of achieving success in itself eats it up. For some it may be that the demands of society for perfection, competence, beauty are primarily causing this entity to diminish. The bottom line is that from various sources, this dynamic entity is consumed, and this consumption wears our spirits out if not immediately filled. Otherwise, nobody of us will strive to catch up with the demands of the world.

xo, Danne

Nocturnal Episodes

For the past two weeks, I was like an owl, experiencing some episodes of semi-nocturnal living. It has been quite hard to deal with waking life because my sleeping ability was disturbed by sleeping in small increments. I wish to reclaim the control over my circadian rhythm! That's the agenda for the coming week. Anyhow, life must go on whether the clock is fixed or it is not, and thus here I am again keeping up with my to do list. It's like a race, really. When I finish one thing-to-do, another one pops along, and the list never ends. It's like a bottomless pit. And that metaphor is also a good way to describe stress. It's like a fountain, like a loop, like writing number 8, like infinity. My goodness.

There's no choice but to carry on.

I'll blog soon, there's so much I have to say, I just don't have much time. :)

xo, Danne

P.S. I CAN'T WAIT TO GRADUATE.

Sundaaaaay.

I just wanted to share that I terribly miss my Sundays. I just realized it now. I miss waking up a little later, going to church, having relaxing lunch and just taking things a little bit slower. NMAT is really stressing my life out, I must say. Haha. RAWR. I want my Sundays back. And unfortunately, I have three more weeks to bear, plus the test day itself. :(

xo,

The girl without a Sunday.

東京/とうきょう

Konnichiwa!

If today I were Mr. Frederickson (from Pixar's Up) and I could fly my house anywhere, I would most definitely choose to take it to Tokyo. Ahh, that city. I've only seen Tokyo in pictures (and clips perhaps), but that city never fails to excite me. The fast life, the lights, the food, the undeniable art in just about anything, it's like the perfect playground for self-expression. It would be dreamy to live there, with the high cost of living, language barrier, and all. But if any day someone tells me that I have a plane ticket by magic, I'd fly there and probably enjoy the city real good. 

I have to admit I don't know much about the Japanese culture. I've only taken one elementary Japanese language course, and besides sashimi, Shu Uemura, and some Hiragana, I know nothing about the Japanese lifestyle. I never did anime or JPop. However, it would be totally cool to immerse in such a culture full of art, life, and one which is never stationary. Ahhhhh, Japan! 

My interest in Tokyo probably stemmed from visiting Shanghai last summer. I think I'm really fond of the Oriental metropolis lifestyle rather than the serene by-the-shore sort of vacation. 

Would it be safe to say that I find Manila quite boring? 

xo, Danne

QLC and Others

I was going for some idle time during the past semestral break, and I haven't found it yet until now that school once again starts. Instead, I got a pile of cleaning to do, preparation for the sem ahead and freelance work. But I can say that the rest went pretty well, I got to go under the sun, get some extra sleep, be productive, those good stuff. Time must be well spent until just before Christmas. Exams are again looming. 0_o

I just got hold of my new books this afternoon, and I must say, I am kind of scared. They are heavy, thick and many. I've never had so many books that actually needed to be read. I must get some brushing up with my reading skills since I tend to sleeep sleep in front of books. Not a good thing! 

Now, I'm looking for inspiration! I used to think I was looking for motivation, but motivation, based on my Psych learnings are goal-directed. I don't want to lose my motivation when the goal is achieved. Inspiration is more like it! (Here I go again with my being idealistic and dreamy!) I'm looking for whatever it is that may keep me going. In pursuit of that, of course, I also wish to have a clearer idea of what life would be like around a year from now. By then, I should know where and what kind of work I want to have. Ah, quarter life crisis! I don't want to believe that I'm being struck by the quarter life crisis. I refuse to believe that I'm only living 80 years. Haha. But it will happen. And when it does, I hope it wouldn't be as bad.

Something I learned just recently: There are many things we ask for in life. One of my philosophies is that He will give us anything we ask for, just in the right time. Our God is good that way. Just like U2 says: what we don't have, we don't need it now. I'm no assured person. I have uncertainties too. But this thought keeps me hanging on.

xo, Danne

Hello Again, World!

I've had a blog eversince I was 13 or so, it had always been that avenue to shy away from the toxicity of reality. Seven years past, this humble soul still searches some place to write, just because. I've moved blogs twice (including this move). I've realized how much I don't want too many people getting to read my blog because then, thoughts get so filtered they don't seem too real anymore. Thus, the move. Being on blog leave for a couple of months brought back the zest to write some interesting thoughts. Writing too often for some years straight sort of clouds our minds sometimes.

When I write I don't really think of a specific outline or flow, and so sometimes I can just go on and on without even making good segues or the such (except in academic papers where flow and rules govern the writing). It's kind of ironic to me that I can keep up with my thoughts in writing better than in speaking.

So now it's 2:50 AM with CNN at the background. It's me, my laptop and my desk light. There are soo many things I want to say, but I can feel my bed calling me. I now have this twisted sense of time, my sleeping pattern is not a pattern afterall. Ahh, the joys of semestral break.

See you when the clock strikes 9 tomorrow.
xo,
Danne