do Nothing

another nuance from our asian history class this morning.

they call it taoism, from china. i think
i'm not quite sure anymore 'cause i was half present during that time, while bugging my poor seatmate magnolia with me attempting to write on her arm with my techpen or pulling her hair.
sounds like kindergarten, i know. only this time it's a techpen not a pencil and it's the tiny tiny hair from a girl's arm not her head.

ten years after kindergarten, i thought about doing nothing too. but for me it's like you add the alchemist and say that the universe contrives for this and that. hmmm
how do i explain this:

doing nothing is not just staying in bed all day or just staring at the sky and do meaningless nothingness. for me, and for taoism [i think]...

it's about doing nothing against the universe's or God's or Allah's or [whatever your faith is, or for me ->] the Big Boss' set plan. otherwise everything gets into chaos.

it's like listening to your guts, hoping and knowing that what your guts are saying is what the universe or God or Allah or the Big Boss is saying. sounds sorta silly, reading what i just typed doesn't convince me it is what doing Nothing fully fully means.

but it sorta sends the message. so do nothing
much like in filipino class about Sitti Maryam and Isa, or what the Muslims call Mary and Jesus Christ.
much like in that sci10 plenary where this doctor shared her story about how she used to climb trees for those rambutan or play in the rice fields or drink the creamiest carabao's milk. stuff i know my kids should enjoy doing in the future. if only we all do nothing...

much like in law class where almost every single scenario for a joint obligation was discussed plus damages, rescission and whatnot.
much like in the 4hour break in between where i was trying to rehearse for my bluerep audition piece and ended up playing simcity at rj's. such fun when my funds were already less than nothing.

much like promoting fyc elections to freshmen for comelec. cute cute considering comelec work is done on only particular moments in a semester, nothing on every time else...
much like our first ads training session about matter and manner. cute cute quiz on current events that reminded me of mr ubod's current events quizzes back in highschool [particularly that coco levy fund quiz twenty nine months ago on a size 2 paper]. cute cute two-minute speeches about anything so long as you don't say umms or you-knows or some other verbal crunches. mine was about judy ann and why she should be marina. cute nothingness

much like improv during that bluerep workshop earlier. games like the oracle and that thingy where you have to pick strips of paper with lines you have to incorporate on your scene. cute cute
much like talent night and everyone doing nothing. even mischel had to sing. woohoo plus the core's performances from sweet charity and avenue q and laura who can sing like queen latifah. i can bow down before them.

much like eating alone 'cause everyone was on their beds when i got home. nothing else but me and a cup of chocolate ice cream and chickenjoy, that chicken i vowed never to eat again [had no fastfood-y stuff for almost five months, if i exclude that kfc chicken i had to eat during the microsoft corporate show].

much like chickenjoy, because seriously there's nothing else, no other deep fried chicken that tastes like it. yum

tomorrow, i do nothing. nothing more. nothing less

lisnin to alicia's diary and marvin gaye and pippin's magic to do, which interestingly calms me down.
sortof readin y tu mambien's cover, i'll finish the movie later. i think it's overrated
feelin kinda blessed. no make that really blessed.