Bored as hell. After the registration -where things went amazingly well even with all my initial ranting and screaming about- I ended up particularly exhausted of things to do and to angst about. And since it's Holy Week, I guess I have to get used to the nonexistence of things to do and enjoy the not-so-quiet. Might as well try to contemplate and reflect on life in general.

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   The Lenten season generally reminds me of gray and snow-spotted tv screens, of silence, of held back laughter, of beliefs and praying. I was once told off from playing during Holy week back when I was a child, that it was bad to dribble a basketball for thoughts concerning hurting Christ from all that dribbling. I thought God was in the ground or something so I stopped playing. I thought then too, that every year during Friday of the Holy week, Jesus Christ dies, rises on the third day, then dies again next year on that same Friday. Back then I cried and became all solemn cause I knew all along that he was dying again somewhere, back in that little hill.

   I used to relish those drawn out silences, the hushed whispers of the old, the slow looping song of a pabasa. But now, as the Holy Week starts to slide in and as I wait for that slow settling of silence and grieving, that type of solemn quiet never really comes. And now I am stuck here watching commercials and anime at a Holy Wednesday, wondering if anything will come to any quiet this week what with all the vacationing and tv-watching of people.