... in which the fool is in a fit of insanity
Why? Why am I so giddy?
Actually, I just don't know... After I came out of philosophy class -- discussing the various methods of "taming the desires in the body" -- and went into the special room, I just found myself in a very excited mood. Unfortunately, this computer that I'm using just can't quite catch up to the speed that my mind is thinking... There's a lot of things that I've already forgotten in the process of waiting for the computer to properly load up...
For starters, I've started singing Meteor Garden songs for no reason whatsoever, as though they were rock songs. I've been banging my head for a few minutes now, to the tune of the Chinese version of "Can't Help Falling" that was the theme song for Lilo and Stitch... How revolting, I know, but as I said, I don't even know why I'm this giddy at this point in time -- I'm trying to ride out the wave, in the hopes of figuring out why I feel happy.
Right now, I look like a fool, waving at all my classmates that happen to pass by, again for no reason whatsoever. It seems like our philosophical discussion woke something I keep hidden within me. It's supposed to be a discussion on relaxing, or coping with stress -- or something with regards to Temperance, Aristotle's third cardinal virtue.
The professor was relating a story about how other Asians relax -- after a hard day, people in Japan prepare a hot bath, settle into the tub, and allow these little balls to massage their tired muscles. Our professor was so impressed with this bath that he resolved to buy something like it to bring home to his house. He then proceeded to tell how Indians practice Yoga in order to keep the blood flowing through their entire body, and how Chinese practice Qi Gong to stimulate the Qi and blood to flow through their body system...
So "What," he asks, "do Filipinos do to relax when they're in stress?" On impulse, I just shouted out that Filipinos "scream their lungs out!!!!"
To my surprise, our teacher agreed! And continued to tell a story of a university that practice a concerted scream every Thursday night at 9PM -- a scream that tries to emulate the very primal scream we utter as we enter this world. Again, the lucky fool strikes gold by shooting his mouth off. HA!
He says that this method is actually quite effective, and then asked me if I practice screaming too when I'm in stress.
Surprised, I had no choice but to nod my head (Nod your head! The black suits coming...) and say that I do scream my lungs out in times of need...
How people could ever associate me with screaming though, is going to be a stretch. Because I rarely scream! Well, except perhaps for slight fits of feeling like a diva, and I have to sing my way to an ear-splitting crescendo, or until my lungs burst, whichever comes first... My point simply is, I find the idea of Frost screaming so ridiculous, I can't stop laughing...
I wonder how long these windows in the room could hold our voices and our laughter as we sing like the divas and try to shatter glass?
Anyway, the silly lecture this afternoon about Temperance just reminded me of a "mantra" we were taught in Theology class -- "UNDERMINE". Its supposed to remind the students how to pass their papers. But then again, if its a mantra, then it has to be something that would help people in thier lives... I have to remind myself that when something goes wrong, that when a person is making me angry, that when a person is making a pass at my non-existent girl... there is one word that will help me get through it -- UNDERMINE
So if my teacher makes life difficult for me, all I have to do is undermine him. If a person is pissing me off, all I have to do is undermine him. If someone is trying to steal away my non-existent girlfriends, then all I have to do, is undermine his efforts!!!!
I've heard a banana peel on the ground just makes wonders for people's personalities... Sometimes, people just "forget" all about what they were supposed to do...
Ahhh... It feels so good to write something so long again...