Arctic Beetle

Oh how I wish to write — write about something else other than my wish to write. But the most I can do now is wish some more and write about that wish, and hope that by writing about it, my wish to write would no longer be a wish. Survival is a feat and half of my neurons still not undergoing apoptosis in the next few days is an even greater feat, I’m telling you.

Despite the fact that I haven’t gone through nearly 50 percent of both Chem and MBB, I can still find some ways to scat from their grip, even if scatting from their grip means writing this post so that the who person visited this almost barren webspace in the past week would find something new when he presses f5. Pathetic, I know.

I severely need an incentive. Offers, anyone?

Ever since I was acquainted to the type of writing wherein having a backbone is a must and new perspectives are better than orthodox ones, I knew at once what I wanted to be and what I am to expect myself to come out to be a decade or two later — an activist. However, kismet is indeed tough for its itinerary varied drastically and in turn led me to the opposite side of the spectrum. Activist and scientist, except for ending both with ‘ist’, I guess there is not much similarity between them (unless you are taking the mulling over to the next level and have decided that both tackle and are social issues).

Five years later and my aspiration is still unchanged or perhaps even greater in intensity, especially since I finally heard and saw Renato Reyes, the secretary general of BAYAN. Surreal. I’m telling you, it was surreal.