19 July 2005

Objectivism


Today I woke up around seven. Nobody was there. My sister went ahead and went out of the house without waking me up. The usual...

I can't wait to read more of my novel. I am reading Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged right now. Actually, I picked up this book more than six months ago, while I was still an undergraduate. But I haven't had time to read it, so I just restarted reading it a month ago, and now, I am on Part III.

Yes, everything in the book is making sense.

I guess I remember the PI 100 sessions I had on my final semester as an undergrad. PI 100 is a required course for everyone and it is supposed to be about the Life and Works of Jose Rizal. But my teacher happened to be a socialist activist, who instead of teaching Rizal and his works, he just tried to apply the solutions offered by Communism to the problems that Rizal was facing. I on the other hand was so disturbed by these Communist ideas. I never was a fan of Communism. I mentioned the case of Romania, in which the members of the Inner Party had all the lavish luxuries, while the rest of the population were struggling with a single light bulb.

Yes, this book shows that Communism is suffering from a major flaw. I cannot imagine myself living in the dystopia that Ayn Rand has described in the world of Atlas Shrugged.

Change topic: Having an old car can be a pain in the ass. The lights get broken, the bumper gets damaged, and you have to pay for many things that should be maintained to keep the car safe. Well, that's what it feels like when you have a car.

In four weeks, I am out of here (Manila). I guess my departure is making a negative effect with my sister. She wants me out of here immediately. It's not that she is kicking me out, but she is having these bad moments, the moments when all of her friends ask her Are you gonna be OK? Can you handle being alone? among others. She doesn't want others to worry about her. So her reaction to that is to speed up the departure process and get it over with.

But...

I think she will have a hard time coping with my absence. While I am here, I am the one who is taking care of the many different things who need to take care of when you're living by yourselves. I am the one who goes to the City Hall to pay the real estate tax, I pay the bills, I do the paperwork, among others. But when I go, it will be she who will be the one to do it. Even now, she is complaining that her performance in school is slacking, because she had too many things to do. Well, she will get plenty of responsibilities from now on, and I don't know how she will manage.

Only time will tell...

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