Growing In

"i have new priorities..."

all of a sudden, a recent chat with a very close friend flashed through my mind. "i have new priorities," said she, as i blabbered about the hardships that is adulthood. in my half matured mind i was in denial - im young, i need guidance, i cant pay my own rent, i cant make my own decisions just yet... im not halfway close from being an adult.

my resume is premature, my clothes are too preppy for the corporate world, and my face just doesnt have enough stubble.

im young for my age.

but then i realized, "i have new priorities" is actually like a skip. you stumble upon it on the road and then it teleports you to a new place. a harsher place. a more.. should i say, boring place. it's like being in a standoff.. with what, i dont really have any idea.

"i have new priorities" is like a rite of passage. if you pass through it, you wont need to age slowly. you just become an adult, see it's like detour. adolescence, "i have new priorities," then adult. just like that.

you just wait for the rest to grow in.

how wicked is the world and aging?

no, i dont mean it the cool way.

-wear pink and paint the town red.-

L'appelle Chanceuse

je m'ennui! il fait froid dehors et il n'y a pas d'electricite.. je suffries.

ooohh, l'ambassade du canada m'a appelle! quelle chance. j'espere qu'ils m'employeraient.

-pardon mon francais.. ;p-

Sasori Hayabusa

disclaimer: pure nothingness lies ahead. do not read. it will blank your mind out. or annoy you at least...

that is the most japanese name i'd ever hear. same thing as the word chouette the most french word id ever utter.

ive really got nothing to say... i lost my soul when i left college.

nothingness starts here.. i'll try to speak in the most nordic gibberish so no one comprehends a phrase i'd scribe here.

so lately ive been really preoccupied by the keneth-the-businessman life that id practically abandoned mocha syrup, wrath, and folio. ive got no secrets to blend in mocha syrup because ive been an open book lately. nothing to rant about in wrath either, since i havent been acutely angry for a long time now (not that im in a happy place, just not angry...). and nothing to write at folio because i haven't been really creative after college.

jaded by the fact that im currently unemployed but im still working, to tender my resignation.. and not one company called me up for an update, that is my temperament for the moment.

an officemate asks me out on a date and i haven't budged yet. the hassles of having no money.. it subtracts from my masculinity...

a roommie is always a pain in the ass. take it from the expert.

a yearbook has its way of delaying its self printing... which is frustrating.

if i still dont get any call from anyone by november, im leaving the country. wish me luck.

-university of california at sta. barbara, here i come...-

Point Murky

Oh my G. so this is how it feels. being unemployed is like trudging a cave without flashlight.

so my four-months stint at megaworld has come to an end (well not yet, technically, as i still have to tender my resignation.). i've learned a lot about the property and real estate industry, and ive also met some really great people (not!). but to resign is a must; i dont want to deal w/irate clients anymore. it makes me lose my respect to my fellow filipinos (pinoy mouths can stink like the smokey mountains due to trash talking.)

besides, i dont want this culture instilled in me, and i dont want to be trained more for something im not good at in the first place. once a collector, always a collector... im not a collector...

so good riddance.

hmmm, i need a life, really. let's see where my resume takes me...

-flyf-