As I type this post, I’m at a rather busy seaside eatery in Southern Philippines, enjoying the sea breeze and leisurely observing the sparkling water. Of course, the trusty laptop never fails to accompany me in my travels and so here I am, with Windows Live Writer, blogging again.
Today is Maundy Thursday, and in more urban scenes, the roads are not as teeming with vehicles as is usual. People today retreat to their abodes in deference to the pain and suffering of the Lord Christ, while people like us…well, we take a break.
Holy Week seems to be losing the importance and sacredness it held in earlier times. When before people would be busied in repentance and penitence, today I can imagine the shores of majestic Boracay being infested with beach-goers and vacation seekers. Yesterday, this week was all about Christ’s suffering for mankind; today it is about vacation, somewhat of a signal that summer has begun.
While the religion to which I belong does not celebrate Holy Week, in the predominantly Catholic Philippines the tradition reaches far and wide, a lasting footprint of the Spaniards’ three-century occupation. I see this separation from tradition as a sign of the times, a clear evidence that our minds have become less colonial now. (Of course, our Lacoste shirts and Gucci handbags negate that theory, but that’s another post on a different blog.)
Okay, that’s it for Holy Week. If you’d care to read this post’s title, you’ll find that I have another topic in mind: why your pack of Nova’s gone in a hurry. Actually, this thought just randomly popped in my head on the way here, and I figured I’d blog about it.
At around 2:00 PM everyday, I go to the canteen and purchase a quick pack of Nova and one-fourth liter’s worth of Pop Cola. (I love Nova because the package declares that the snack is healthy and “full of grains”, and Pop…well, who doesn’t love Pop Cola?) So, I’m munching on my Nova and when I get to the classroom, my classmates quickly stuff their hands into the package and, without so much as asking permission, grab as much as they can. Two or three hands later, and the packet’s empty, save for some powdery residue I would rather not have stuffed down my throat. I look at my Pop Cola, and, in defeat, take a sip from the straw with melancholy.
Haven’t we all encountered that wretched situation? Well, maybe not. But if you would read the above paragraph a few times over, maybe you’d get the drift. Well, anyway, I’m figuring out a solution to this problem, and I hope you’d comment and give me some help? Be waiting! 
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