nostalgia diorama
i was walking around katipunan earlier this evening. i didn't know where to go. no one was replying to my incessant pleadings to kick back and have a beer. you know who you are. and once again, the mind tends to drift and wonder and reflect and question. I've been studying (ergo, almost all of those my age) for around, give or take 15 years, (i started school when i was 2 and a half years old), and now, i've been yanked from the role i fill out as Ali Aslanbaigi that i've been portraying for the past 21 years. Now, i don't wake up to the routine anymore. the routine i've always bitched and ranted about, the routine i've always yearned to break away from. ironically (with a kind of masterful twist), i'm searching for that monotony. I search for it's predictability and stability. You wake up, yosi, breakfast, yosi, bath, yosi, go to school, yosi, study, flirt, laugh, yosi, beer, blueskies, home, simpsons, aquateen hunger force, seinfeld, sleep. It's simple. Throw in an occasional project or two and it's fine. I find myself longing for the safety of routine. I never thought i'd worry about where i should apply for. Ever since i was kid, all i wanted to do was write and play videogames. Oh and advertising and marketing (i can sell porn to the blind). that's it. i miss the promise and safety of routine.
hello world.
"No, you're not dying. You're living. Stress and pressure are telltale signs of life. Enjoy it"
well at least i get to see my dad again after 8 long years. thank you college graduation.
hello world.
"No, you're not dying. You're living. Stress and pressure are telltale signs of life. Enjoy it"
well at least i get to see my dad again after 8 long years. thank you college graduation.