I am now

Following Tassie's advice to write thoughts down. (Woooo Tassie, you affect me, I am now a fan) I would like to share that minutes ago my parents were arguing about the latest Coca-Cola commercial. You know, the one where an angel heard the ooooohhhss and aaaaaaahhs of the human beings that drank Coke and decided to see why and drank some for herself with the help of the devil who did not need coins to buy from the vendo machine (sheeesh I would like to have that power). So in the end, they both became human...



...or so we thought until Papa shared his own understanding of the commercial.

Honestly, I was laughing at them when they were arguing. Papa said that the devil was once also an angel, a fallen angel that later on developed into a devil because of Coke (or maybe Coke pertaining to the things of the world). He added that later on the angel will become a devil too. And they were seriously arguing. At first I was also opposing Papa's view but he kept saying "Yung sa tingin ko lang ah, yung sa tingin ko lang." And I thought, yeah, who should say that he is wrong. It is how he sees it. We were taught in Lit13, 14, Fil11 and 14 that any interpretation can be accepted if there was enough support to the claims in the interpretation. Every individual has his/her interpretation affected by intrinsic and extrinsic factors relative to the individual.

So yeah. It is amazing how many ways (actually there was just two but you get the point of this sentence...yeah? No...I'm starting to uuhhmm I dunno) a commercial that is less than a minute can be understood.

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Wah. I hate how I wrote the last two paragraphs. This must be one of the long term effects of supressing my ideas. The gazillion ideas that lived for a short time (I never got the chance to write them down and this put an end to their existence) are now dead in the cemetery of my brain. The living ideas are now lamenting their death. The living ideas are just crying there instead of being instigators of my actions (or my writing). What I'm saying is, (living) ideas are now harder to grasp for me because I must put a halt to their crying first.

+ Leng