Inspiration/Motivation

Inspiration #1: The Things I Miss

This blog, my social life, my computer games, reading books, and all the simple little pleasures in life I've been putting on hold.

And you. Quality, thesis-worry-free alone time with you.

Inspiration #2: The Things I Look Forward To

My family's collective sigh of relief and beam of pride. A graduation ceremony (or two), after five long years. Having a sablay of my own. My dream job, or any good job for that matter. Money I don't have to mooch from my parents. A puppy, come December.

And you. More freedom, more resources, more time to spend with you.

I'm writing these down because hope is elusive, time is going too fast, and things are looking scary. If I can't do this improbable task for the heck of self-pride and a sense of achievement, the next best thing would be doing it for my dreams. (Thesis speak: when intrinsic motivation fails, extrinsic motivation acts as a pretty decent backup).


I promise to finish this thesis by next month and live happily soon after.

Anyone who'll try to tell me how college is so easy compared to "real life" can kick themselves on my behalf. You've probably never met my thesis adviser.

Post Drinking Session Dissonance

As I've learned in my interpersonal communication class, there is this thing called post-decision dissonance. If I've learned anything right in class, this simply pertains to the doubts one encounters after making a particular decision. This is usually where rationalization kicks in, and you find that you're defending yourself against, well, your own arguments. Happens to all of us, doesn't it?

In class, we were given the compulsive shopper example. But since I am among the rare subspecies of females/human beings in general who do not derive utter joy from draining my wallet in one shopping session--I'm more of the type who takes light years to decide on whether or not to buy even just a shirt--I really couldn't relate to it. Last Thursday night/Friday morning though, I realized that I might have found another common illustration.

You've probably heard of the Latin phrase in vino veritas, translated in English as in wine there is [the] truth. The most common explanation for why people do the stupid things they do when they're drunk is that it's their natural self coming out, with all their repressions thrown out the window.

Cuervo not included in this shot.

After all, it's so easy to say "oh, I was drunk, I didn't even know half of what I said". I don't know, but I'm still pretty unsure about that one. I'm certainly no expert when it comes to drinking. Sure, I might forget more than half of what I say when I'm drunk, but the things I do remember, well, they are all true.

Case in point: so I got emo-drunk at our batch party and I ended up doing a monologue of sorts. It's all hazy, but thinking back I realized that a lot of the things I said were honest as hell and that it was the first time I had ever shared those kinds of thoughts to a group of people I barely knew.

 

I know the alcohol had probably killed way too much of my repressive brain cells at the time, but I don't lay the blame on it entirely. I know I made a conscious decision to start talking, and I know for a fact I was still able to filter what needed to be filtered (well, with some people anyway).

So I don't know. Maybe alcohol is what leads us to betray ourselves. But we shouldn't absolve ourselves from all responsibility for the things we do or say. (Unless, perhaps, you've drunk enough to be in a coma, but  then at that point you can't really do or say anything, so nevermind).

The thing is, we wouldn't even have to worry about this if we weren't hiding so many things in the first place. As for myself, I was embarrassing, but ask me right now and I can tell you the exact things I shared that morning. I wasn't really hiding them, just not so keen on sharing them to everyone.

But seeing that the world is so full of people who are so good at hiding and not expressing what they really feel, maybe we should all hold a worldwide drinking session so we can let it out. I'm kidding, of course. I'm pretty sure that would do more harm than good--imagine learning that your best friend is harboring some secret desire for your mom or something like that.

All I'm saying is that, if it's not really criminal, abhorrently immoral, or devastatingly hurtful, try letting it out. Don't wait for the empty bottles to betray you into spilling what you've kept  bottled in for so long.

Cheers to a Merry Christmas folks.

And regards from me and my drinking buddies. They'll hate me for this. Hahaha.

CREDITS: All photos in this post (and in the one before this, too) are courtesy of Ria Landingin.

...And Back

[now continued. See, I work fast. Haha.]

Exhibit B (Where I really just want to make kuwento.)

Today (or yesterday), was a freaking busy day. I spent a grand total of 11 hours in school. Two classes, a lunch date, and a seminar.

By 8:30a.m., I wasn't really in school. I was rattling away to U.N. Avenue on the LRT. I came in late, but got lucky because our professor was late too. After the class I chattered Monica's eardrums out (she's a co-OrCom shiftee of mine) for an hour and a half. Then we met up with the other shiftees--Jaypee, Dien, Jorge, and Kye--for a lunch date. We went to KFC and shared stories over the various chicken dishes.

By around 1, we were back in CAS, with Eunice too (another transferee), for the OrComSoc seminar on Events Organizing. More chismisan for us, but definitely a lot more knowledge. I managed to pick up handfuls of useful information and tips about the exciting, exhilarating, enticing world of Events Organizing. TeamAsia founder and president Ms. Monette Iturralde-Hamlin talked about Strategic Planning. There was also Ms. Marcie Linao, marketing group head of Summit Media on Events Marketing. Last was Brainbox Company Inc. creative director, Ms. Lynnette Buenafe on Events Execution. It was really informative, and while I'm still dead set on a career in advertising, events isn't out of the running anymore.

By 4, we were at the library, chattering some more, until Jorge had to go home, then Eunice and I had to go to class, for the debate which Jaypee decided to watch. Yeah, DS128. The usual. A good debate, and all that.

I made the mistake of taking the LRT home. It was so jam-packed that I had to let two trains just pass by before I decided I could squeeze in on the third (or was it the fourth?) Anyway, my legs died in there and then the traffic delayed my trip home some more, and then--finally, oh finally--I was home. Guess what? Manok din yung ulam.

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So anyway. Long day, long story. My point is, so maybe I'm not exactly bipolar--maybe I'm just a person with mood swings. But I'm just glad to know that I can deal with things better now. I have old and trusted friends to run to, and new friends to build relationships with. Life is good when you look at it that way.