The Letter Tea

I love tea aside from coffee, so i decided to go to a tea party organized by one of the organizations in school last saturday (August 15, 4pm). It was an afternoon tea party with a twist: it was a soiree of sorts. There were students not only from the University of the Philippines School of Economics but also from other universities like the Ateneo de Manila (hi purgy! - the only other guest who had a name that started with the letter P) and the University of Asia and the Pacific.
Since going alone would be boring, I went there with Lowela Limbaring, my orgmate from the UP School of Econ and Marjowyn Vito, my orgmate from the neighboring College of Bus. Administration.

Andrew, my classmate in my Money, Banking and Financial Markets class was also there. I didn't really like their tea selections since there weren't too many, but I decided to go with the green tea that they served. There wasn't really something amazing about their green tea. I have definitely tasted better green teas but it was worth a try. The taste wasn't nasty and I sensed the earthiness and a hint of mint. Its mint taste was very subtle which made me wish I was sipping moroccan mint tea latte instead, so I could get a fuller flavor.

Restrictions and Perversions

This isn't my first blog or blog entry and probably will not be my last. Perhaps I love and even crave for beginnings yet never had the courage to end them; never had the courage to move on and continue the struggle for survival. And perhaps those are the reasons I decided to declare that I was on a blog-leave and never went into blogging again until now. There are no restrictions on the number of blogs that one could make only restrictions on what to write and where to write them, freewill after all is a myth. We are always under the grasp of a complex web of social structures that determine what to write and where to write them. A pretty grim way to look at the world. I don't believe in freewill. We are socialized and brought up to be what we are now, even if we try to pervert and transcend it. Choice after all is a metachoice - choice is simply the modality of the available choices available at our disposal, something that we have absolutely no control of.

Today, I refuse to make a choice or I am forced not to choose at all.