Ramblings of an overworked freak

All work and no blog makes a freak dumb.

 

My WISH LIST

In a few winks, it will be Christmas once again. Still hoping that wishes do come true, here's my wish list...

1. Total government cleansing. Enough of the shit from the clowns of the executive, legislative and judiciary of this god-forsaken land. I've had enough of the BS.

2. The Chronicles of Narnia. I still haven't read the book. I need to get a hold of a copy of it before the movie gets shown.

3. More rest. Oh, you know why...

4. A hug from a special someone to warm me up during those dreadful and cold December nights. Brrr...

5. More clothes.  Vanity strikes once again.

6. A less polluted planet. Everyone will benefit from that wish...

7. A better me. Hmm, this'll be hard.

8. Travel the world, especially the exotic places.

 

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Several weeks have passed, and here I am, finally finding the time to put into words what transpired during those eventful, no-blogging weeks.

If you're asking why I have not been blogging for centuries, well, lemme just say that I've been to the stars and found nothing. Nah, blame it on a very busy sked that ate up most of my blogging times. But, happy and idle times are here again so here go some entries...

The star and the stark reality that's the Gawad Sinag Tala

When I was tasked to head the Program Committee of the Gawad, I was at first excited. My brain performed more creative calisthenics than before as I think of ideas that will rev up what I think was a dead boring event.

Last year, being a newbie in the green community, I got to watch the Gawad and it bored the hell out of me. So I promised myself: I'll do better this year.

As the preparations pushed through though, I realized some things that aren't placed right.

Firstly, I found it awkward to hand out awards that nominees have to apply for. That was also the practice back at my Alma Mater and I've heard quite a few rants about it. Think about it: an award is supposed to honor outstanding individuals or groups. If you are forced to apply for something that's supposed to honor you, then you're being presumptious.

In fairness to those who applied, er, aspired, for the Gawad, they are all deserving, and they're all but victims of a flawed system of awarding. Sadly, I am part of that flawed system.

But the fight goes on. Actually, I have decided to propose a better screening system that wil put honor back to the awarding ceremony. I just hope that the right ears will be there once I speak. Get ready for a rough ride.

Speaking of rough rides, my journey towards the "star" was met by a glut of challenges that tested my patience.

You see, I was the head of the Program Committee as I've mentioned up there, and I never thought that I'd be working with people whose work habits are screwed big time. During the planning stage, they had the guts to suggest grand plans and set-ups, but they're nowhere near the venue when their grand plan was being executed.

In fairness, these people have very good ideas. And, yes, they are good people. But they must always remember that a good idea is good as nothing when they're not there to bring them into fruition.

I've always been told that theater people are supposed to be proffesional--and yes, I've encountered theater people whoa are professionals in every way--but my recent experience with this bunch proved otherwise. Maybe they should rethink their careers.

Because of the incident, some higher being gave them a piece of what's supposed to blurt out from my mouth. Harharhar!

But still, I wait for the day when we can talk about this. I don't want us to harbor ill thoughts for each other forever. I'm a peace-loving person--but being peace-loving doesn't automatically translate to being passive to heated discussions. As always, I believe that these people will hear me out since they are professionals. Well, they should be. After all, our working and personal relationships don't end with the "success" that's the Gawad. (smirks)

Yes, I am contented with Gawad's outcome despite the kinks that got in the way.

Farewell, my kids...

I can't help but be senti these days. My "kids" are shifting gears and soon they will leave me. Of course, I'd be more than glad to see them succeed in the future, but where will that leave me?

I am being selfish, I know. I've seen them grow. I've seen them cry. I've seen them get hurt. I've seen them celebrate. I've seen them gloat in their victories. I've seen the worse and the best in them. But I don't know how I'd take these memories once they're gone.

Oh well, I'm being senti again. Maybe I am secretly hoping that they would not forget me once they all spread their wings and find their respective destinies.

To all you very talented guys (oh, you know who you are), thanks for the memories. I sure learned a lot from all of you.

Ayoko na, ang drama.

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