Sing A Song Of Gladness And Cheer…
…for the time of Christmas is near…
Bummer. So is December 10. 
I’m stalling, stalling, stalling. Arg.
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So the sinigang went well, thanks for asking. 
The next thing I have to do is create a wreath made of fresh fruits and flowers that will go with the motif of the rest of the house.
I’m so kidding. Gag me please.
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So another cycle is about to begin (or end?) in a few days (give or take a few hours) and I’m feeling pretty bitchy again. I remember telling a friend of mine in one of my soap box standing moments, "I’m not bitchy. It’s just that the rest of the world is incompetent."
Haha.
But mostly I’m just feeling very blah. I feel terrible about leaving this country, but sometimes, it just feels so disheartening to see that nothing’s happening. Sure, people keep saying that the little steps will always give rise to a bigger change. But I always seem to be caught up in the smaller movements that just end up going pffft.
Just recently I had an encounter with a client who allegedly wanted to have a religious book published and he asked a couple of associates and I to help him out. We were hoping we could start some kind of big movement to mobilize people to help the street children.
It’s amazing what you realize about an author when you read his/her work. Especially when you meet him in person.
I realized he was anything but what he wanted to project.
And it’s just totally disheartening to see that. I ended up doing all that work and not getting paid because I didn’t want to get myself tainted by his money. I mean, I won’t think twice about throwing away food that I haven’t eaten just because I’m too tamad to put it in the fridge and reheat it the next day - what with all the starving children around - but getting money from someone who I feel icky-fizes my moral fibre is just too…icky…for me.
Ah, scruples.
