Rain and Future Plans
No dandruff. My name is Rain. Uhmm, no.
It's been raining HARD lately. I heard there's a storm coming or something but I'm not really sure. I stopped watching the news since it depresses me.
I actually missed the rain. For several weeks, Manila turned into one giant toaster oven. One of the perks of working in an office is that you're in a room with an AC the whole day so you won't feel the heat that much, but once you get out and spend an hour stuck in traffic, your skin starts to feel like sticky tape. The sudden downpour changes all that.
One would definitely notice the smile I had while walking under the cold city air last night. Today, it poured cats and dogs and I chose to walk under the rain instead of taking the usual tricycle to our compound. It feels awesome. Like everything feels so clean again.
Like starting anew. Tabula Rasa.
And speaking of starting all over again, I've decided I want to have a masters degree in fine arts abroad.
Back in college, my goal was to graduate and get a job in an ad agency, become filthy rich (and not just plain filthy), open my own design studio then teach and help NGOs or at least support an advocacy that helps the environment or the poor. Now, that I accomplished the first two steps, I realized that becoming filthy rich isn't that easy. And if I stay here in the country, I don't think I would succeed. I won't be any better--especially with these god-forsaken crap who call themselves politicians and law-makers running the country (for example "The Great Book Blockade of 2009").
Well, it won't happen that soon. Let's be realistic here. I need tons of money to study abroad. Or at least a good scholarship. I'm thinking of getting in a good art school in LA since I have tons of relatives there. I'll need all the support I could get, after all. So maybe the soonest will be two years from now. Or three. Before I reach 28, perhaps?
Well, if all else fails, I could always get an MBA in UP. I just know that I would be better off studying abroad.
I know, it's weird, especially for me, who never really considered studying, working nor living out of the country until now. I've always wanted to serve this country but I think I'll need extra resources to do just that. And, honestly, I can't help but think how my life would have been so much better if we migrated to the States. Meh.
I promise to come back though. Fine, I might get tempted to work there but, for sure, I'll go back. I still owe this country almost everything. It's like a dysfunctional mother or something. You may find her broken and damaged but she's still your mother. :)
It's been raining HARD lately. I heard there's a storm coming or something but I'm not really sure. I stopped watching the news since it depresses me.
I actually missed the rain. For several weeks, Manila turned into one giant toaster oven. One of the perks of working in an office is that you're in a room with an AC the whole day so you won't feel the heat that much, but once you get out and spend an hour stuck in traffic, your skin starts to feel like sticky tape. The sudden downpour changes all that.
One would definitely notice the smile I had while walking under the cold city air last night. Today, it poured cats and dogs and I chose to walk under the rain instead of taking the usual tricycle to our compound. It feels awesome. Like everything feels so clean again.
Like starting anew. Tabula Rasa.
And speaking of starting all over again, I've decided I want to have a masters degree in fine arts abroad.
Back in college, my goal was to graduate and get a job in an ad agency, become filthy rich (and not just plain filthy), open my own design studio then teach and help NGOs or at least support an advocacy that helps the environment or the poor. Now, that I accomplished the first two steps, I realized that becoming filthy rich isn't that easy. And if I stay here in the country, I don't think I would succeed. I won't be any better--especially with these god-forsaken crap who call themselves politicians and law-makers running the country (for example "The Great Book Blockade of 2009").
Well, it won't happen that soon. Let's be realistic here. I need tons of money to study abroad. Or at least a good scholarship. I'm thinking of getting in a good art school in LA since I have tons of relatives there. I'll need all the support I could get, after all. So maybe the soonest will be two years from now. Or three. Before I reach 28, perhaps?
Well, if all else fails, I could always get an MBA in UP. I just know that I would be better off studying abroad.
I know, it's weird, especially for me, who never really considered studying, working nor living out of the country until now. I've always wanted to serve this country but I think I'll need extra resources to do just that. And, honestly, I can't help but think how my life would have been so much better if we migrated to the States. Meh.
I promise to come back though. Fine, I might get tempted to work there but, for sure, I'll go back. I still owe this country almost everything. It's like a dysfunctional mother or something. You may find her broken and damaged but she's still your mother. :)