There's no escaping
Krawi
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10:30 PM
I almost forgot about one particular email message I wrote and almost sent to my brother. You'd think it was from a lonely flunky who desperately wanted to get out of a subservient existence she's been in for quite some time. Thanks to boredom that lead to me scan through my "Draft" mails, I found it! And, for the sheer purpose of blogging, decided to include it in my list of utterly irrelevant posts.
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Hello brother...
I can't believe I'm back.
It seems that life here couldn't possibly get more uptight. The more I look around, the more mistakes I discover and the more anal retentive I become. I missed school and was actually excited to sit my ass through Business Math and the rest of my subjects. And it feels great, although strangely unfamiliar, to be in a real class once again. One that is held 3 hours a week and requires you a truckload of homeworks. Ah, academic pressure, how I've missed you.
I guess a year of luxury in Japan - with all their automated contraptions and anime-like people - had me craving for the adrenaline-pumping research assignments and extra-curricular activities I so enjoyed. Yet now that my feet are once again touching Philippine soil, specifically, Dumaguete soil, I'm confused as to what I'm gonna do next.
I don't have any money, don't have any real friends save for a pitiful two which, I'm afraid, is narrowing down to one.
In the event that you receive an urgent notice telling you what to do with my lifeless body, please bear in mind not to freak out as prior to that, I'll be sending signs and showing hints of dying* without purpose.
*By "dying" I meant figuratively...
I guess a year of luxury in Japan - with all their automated contraptions and anime-like people - had me craving for the adrenaline-pumping research assignments and extra-curricular activities I so enjoyed. Yet now that my feet are once again touching Philippine soil, specifically, Dumaguete soil, I'm confused as to what I'm gonna do next.
I don't have any money, don't have any real friends save for a pitiful two which, I'm afraid, is narrowing down to one.
In the event that you receive an urgent notice telling you what to do with my lifeless body, please bear in mind not to freak out as prior to that, I'll be sending signs and showing hints of dying* without purpose.
*By "dying" I meant figuratively...
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