Girlfriend called me a cyborg because of my single-minded focus on work-related stuff these past few days. It soon erupted into a full-blown fight over Skype. We’ve since made up, and next time I’d be more aware whenever business matters intrude into my private, intimate realm. Sure she might be hormonal but I realized that girlfriend time is girlfriend time, period.

The four-day weekend was over before I knew it—I still have some backlog but I’m thankful that I was able to catch up with sleep. I was all groggy from sleep debt last week. Heavy rains flooded the school campus so I wasn’t able to meet with my adviser last Saturday.

What’s to be a lost afternoon I used instead to go with my family to register for the 2010 Philippine elections. Come voting day my ballot may be insignificant, but it would be for an ideal, for a better future. These work stuff I do is about it, for better days ahead with my loved ones.

Cyborgs may belong to the future, but they don’t understand or care about the Idea that birthed it.