God it's been almost 6 years since highschool. I wonder how everybody would look like. Batch 70-something is hosting this sunday's alumni homecoming. I hope a lot from our batch will come. Seriously, a good 3 years ago, I would've been the first person to dismiss this idea. I was odd ball in highschool and I never liked most of my batchmates anyway. Probably my overbearingly friendly friends these days have rubbed off some fo their sociability to me. Things don't look good though, only a handful from our batch have confirmed their attendance. O shit, I don't have a success story. Think Romeo and Michelle! Think Romeo and Michelle! Pressure. I was told that some of my batch mates are earning 30k pesos and up (and that's really something only two years after college in this part of the third world) and to make things worse, some of them have their own businesses already. Ugh. I'm not particulary a let's-go-after-personal-glory type of person, but jeez with this social panopticon I can't help but be stressed about my unemployment. Anyway, I should focus on the good things. Imagine their success stories (those odd geeks now succesful)! Imagine how those cool highschool bullies turn out as fat and ugly dads of one or two children! Lol! (I actually feel bad for some of them... err only slightly. : )
Ooh, and I'm getting a pair of glasses tomorrow. I'm quite excited in taking nerdy look a step further. Whatever. I never thought I would wear eye glasses. I had such perfect vision. I could read everything from top to bottom of that E chart or eye chart (what do they call them anyway). I could even read the smallest of the letters back in the hay day (my God! there's actually such a thing at this age. Scary scary.). Tons of reading and computer hours back in college must have done this. Shit, I should get my student insurance- which pratically no one I know knows!
I'm still looking for a job. I've applied to some but they seem to ignore me. Hmm, must try to work harder. Someone give me a job, please!
"Identity myth" because the author of this blog refuses to partake in the quest for acquiring any sense of certainty when it comes to knowing ourselves, how we figure in the bigger scheme of things, and all the nut crap about purpose and "who we really are". The author hopes that his words allude to this myth, which everybody else is after, whether they know it or not.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
alive!
Kainez! This would be the third time I'm writing this entry. Ugh. This IE version really sucks. I think it's because the Windows XP I borrowed was fake. The freakin' internet browser kept getting errors! Ugh, it's like no one really wants me to write another entry- and boy that doesn't help the fact that I'm particularly lazy at this. Anyway:
Now that's a tad more than a month since my last entry. Dear blog, not that people actually care but we gotta tell our story. Shoot. Surprise, surprise! I've been busy- and a little less sulky about my academic limbo- since the last update. I've been busy ehm... socially. And I've never been particularly and outlandishly gregarious in my entire life. December came with dinners here and there. Birthday parties, christmas dinners, movie outings, and the whole shebang. And yeah, I'm currently on poverty mode, losing cash as the new year arrived. But I'm not actually sulky anymore and that makes a whole lot of difference.
Oh and I spent the new year alone in our apt, uh here in Manila. I stayed here alone and left my parents and aunts and cousins in our other house, a long way north from here. I spent it alone and I was insanely exhuberant about it. December 31 ended with me alone in the apt. TV on. Windows closed and curtains down. Not that I was particulary doing something nasty. I'm too boring for that. I hear that pollution gets 10x worse during new year's eve because of all those firecrackers. And boy, it's beyond evident in this part of manila every new year. You can actually see faint smoke sneaking in underneath the closed door. It was beyond scary this time but I managed to get used to that foul fircracker smell- and locked myself in the bedroom after an hour of exposure. By 2am I was in bed alone drinking my fake wine (carbonated grape juice 'coz I have alcohol allergies). Ominous, I thought. Alone with fake wine and all. But then a few days ago I read that Rats will be lucky this year.
Now that's a tad more than a month since my last entry. Dear blog, not that people actually care but we gotta tell our story. Shoot. Surprise, surprise! I've been busy- and a little less sulky about my academic limbo- since the last update. I've been busy ehm... socially. And I've never been particularly and outlandishly gregarious in my entire life. December came with dinners here and there. Birthday parties, christmas dinners, movie outings, and the whole shebang. And yeah, I'm currently on poverty mode, losing cash as the new year arrived. But I'm not actually sulky anymore and that makes a whole lot of difference.
Oh and I spent the new year alone in our apt, uh here in Manila. I stayed here alone and left my parents and aunts and cousins in our other house, a long way north from here. I spent it alone and I was insanely exhuberant about it. December 31 ended with me alone in the apt. TV on. Windows closed and curtains down. Not that I was particulary doing something nasty. I'm too boring for that. I hear that pollution gets 10x worse during new year's eve because of all those firecrackers. And boy, it's beyond evident in this part of manila every new year. You can actually see faint smoke sneaking in underneath the closed door. It was beyond scary this time but I managed to get used to that foul fircracker smell- and locked myself in the bedroom after an hour of exposure. By 2am I was in bed alone drinking my fake wine (carbonated grape juice 'coz I have alcohol allergies). Ominous, I thought. Alone with fake wine and all. But then a few days ago I read that Rats will be lucky this year.
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