I'm finding myself constantly taking a peek at the seemingly insurmountable piles of risographed paper printed with situations aimed to measure the prevalence of procrastination within the current 20th century bureaucracy (exhaling..). We were asked to let 300 willing or unwilling volunteers, or should i say, victims to answer these papers. I have started disseminating a measley of these papers, but the thought of 300 just doesn't seem to encourage me as it should be. As far as i am concerned, it will really take a lot of guts to approach random strangers and let them answer your questionnaire hoping all the while that they wouldn't and would just go along their insignificant lives. But nonetheless, since this is a requirement, and it is imperative for me to finish this before due, i am bereaved of alternatives. But amidst all the constant doubt-confidence struggles within the deep corners of my schizophrenic mind (well, almost schizophrenic), i will try everything that i am privileged or cursed with to try and reach my target goal.


I am done stapling these papers, 3 pages each, yesterday. At the start of my stapling errand, i got irritated so much by the out-of-tune clacks of the stapler as i press it against the no-resistance sheets of paper. It isn't really much of a task if you think of it. But if you try to remember, i must get 1 page per bundle, by the way, i had around 900 sheets of paper, staple them together, and do it perfunctorily. Once you get the hang of the routine, it is effortless. But after some time, around 100+ pages gone and done, you get to feel the aches in your back, the flow of your blood gets blocked as you sit for a very long time, your hands start to vibrate in fatigue, and lastly, your ears starts to hear the clacking sound of the stapler even though you are resting. And as a result to the lack of other things to do, as i have a very short attention span, i tried to count the number of staple wires in one magazine: and amazingly, they're equally 54 per. See what boredom results to? Even the nuances of life, you start to enjoy. And if i may ask, what would be wrong in enjoying the little things of life? It is in them that life's clockwerks, its sprockets and nuts and bolts get lubricated to rotate in a much smoother, noise-free way. After about 2 hours of stapling, pausing and stapling again, i finished all 300 pages. And the reward of something you did in conviction, or with compassion, if we try to be melodramatic, is worthwhile. I lied down my un-clothed bed, and stretched as if it was the first stretch i had in so far. It felt good having to reach the end goal that was once at the limit of our sight, and was now behind our sight where we cannot see when we do not turn our heads back. But the clacks still played in my ears though. And i will assure you that it is not at all that comfortable. Clack, clack, clack!


I was really about to go to sleep before i typed, not to sound too mechanical, this reminiscence. I have decided yet again to delay this nonsensical entry. But something in me, again in my unfailing schizophrenic mind, just isn't satisfied with mere dialogue of selves. Monologue maybe since it only is a talk between me and i.


Believe it or not, the election for college SSC is fast-approaching. Irrefutably and irrevocably approaching in an unstoppable pace. I didn't know it was suppose to be if i was not able to go to the proclaimed main campus. I came there to have my questionnaires risographed so i may start distributing them to spiteful, some pitiful victims. And as i was meandering in child-like ignorance, i happen to glimpsed a tarpouline of seemingly irritable, not-too-pleasing shades of unknown hues and tints. I approached it in a stalking manner, and the nearer i got, the clearer the words were. Election! At first i thought it was the national elections, the elections for national office where dinosaurs devour crocodiles, and lions scare off the puny cats, but it was the ever-hailed and ever-commercialized SSC elections of our school. I wasn't too excited at first since i wasn't critical after that. But when a friend of mine announced (i do not know if it was implicit or explicit) that he was running for a seat in the school government, and was preparing for a sugar coated, deception-ful speech, all hell broke lose. I began to question the motives behind the formation of such council when to begin with it is just a pet to the despised SAO.It claims to be that it is incumbent in them that they are the voice of the students, when for a fact they cannot even go against the one entity that the students so despised because of implementing absurd and useless rules. The self-proclaimed voice of the students are the megaphones of SAO. All they do is reverberate every syllable this entity speaks, and it has been that ever since i stepped and opened my eyes to the politics of our school.


I have again returned to the real world. I have been an aficionado to the world of imaginings and fantasies. The harsh part is that i am always not able to stay there for long periods of time. The world of imaginings maybe as reveling as the thought of pistachio flavored ice cream, but the real world isn't that bad as normally expected of it. I think i am now contented with what i am able to express after the giddyness before this. It has been a prima facie, that reality is subjective, and i do not have the current capabilities to counter that, so as of the moment, i must agree. We define reality in our own unique way. What is real for me if you may ask? It is everything the mind can embrace. Keep it real! =]