Dare I even try to write about Philippine Politics. It was my first course in College, by the way : I was a Political Science student for a year and a half before I shifted to Broadcast Journalism. I had a fun ride with PolSci, I would never regret taking it. Learned a few things (which I definitely forgot), but I don’t think you have to be a PolSci student just so you could have a valid opinion on this whole … Is there even  a word for it? “Madness” doesn’t seem to cover it anymore.

One of my favourite writers, Nour, wrote an entry about Women, and Women’s Bodies recently. Her writing always strikes, and stays with me. This particular one surely will. I’d quote the whole post but this entry is already long, so here’s an excerpt :

(I would like to apologise to all the Umbridge fans out there – I know you exist.)

I hate hate, and haters. What a way to start this. It’s one thing to be opinionated, and another to be a complete asshole about it (funnily, where people like that should shove their opinions lelz). Haters and Bullies go hand in hand.

Now that we’re here, I immediately regret wanting to post hate-related shit because I have A LOT OF FEELINGS about it and I don’t know where to begin and how to categorise them. You know, like your Lingerie (because you can wear crappy pambahays and wear lacey, come hither, rip me off underthings so you can’t really place them in the “wear on a date with David Beckham” lingerie tray, you can’t place them in the “wear if you’re feeling crappy” lingerie tray, and not even in the “wear while watching the VS Show” lingerie tray. In real life, I don’t have these actual trays yet … but I will). If that made sense to you, congratulations.

Okay, so getting all this out of the way. ENOUGH RANDOM TALK, ABUDAB, get to it.

Bear with me – this is one long ass entry. I won’t blame you for not wanting to read the whole thing, but it felt really good typing it.

I don’t hate people. And it’s not that I don’t like being around the … okay that’s a lie. I generally don’t, but before you say anything, it’s … well, it’s just who I’ve become.

I didn’t really understand it then, you know? I’d think I was just being moody. I’d think it was just one of those days. I no longer felt the need to go out and I no longer felt the need to constantly meet new people.

At first I thought it was because of my depression (well, sometimes, it is), it didn’t really dawn on me that I was just evolving to be a full-on introvert (I used to be an Ambivert, see).

Oh man, Introverts are awesome. Throw me a Welcoming Party, you beautiful weirdos! I’m one of you!

When did the word “HATER” become such a big deal? I don’t know. But I wish it didn’t.  I’m not presenting a million-dollar idea, or How-To successfully avoid Haters, but I have a lot of feelings, you know? And no, I’m not actually talking about people who hate on me, but basically HATERS IN GENERAL. I couldn’t stand ALL THIS NEGATIVITY. I’m a Hater myself but I only hate on people who actually HAVE hated

  I’ve been such an anti-social person lately.    The other day, during Dinner, my friends thought we should try that thing where we all put our cellphones on top of each other throughout the evening without checking them.  The goal was to interact with each other. As you know, times have changed. People hang out so they won’t have to scroll through their phones alone.   I found it so hard to talk to