Lah.
ALL HAIL MABINI THE PARAPLEGIC KITTEN!
Er... except when you've wiped up his piss off the floor for like... the hundred and eleventieth time. But no. I signed up for this, and I'm sticking to it.
Thank the gods we don't use carpets.
Ano pa...?
Standard Sem Sched Update:
TTh: 9am-7:30pm Good morning to me.
MWF: 9:30am-2:30pm ...mreh.
Once more, I have overloaded and am taking 21 units. And again, I'ma be in two prods for the sem. Or maybe three, depending on whether or not I can still squeeze in work for HSM. Good luck sa'kin. I'm getting stressed out just THINKING about the stress levels I'll be reaching this sem. This last sem. Ohohoho. So I segue into a portion on my uncertain future! So smooth of me!
Er... yeah. I... don't know what I want to do with life. Parents want me to go to Amerika and be La Familia's fuckslave. Not a big surprise there. I'm inclined to obey. Manila's starting to grate on my attention span. The change of scenery would be good. But... I have no friends there, and even if I will be living in New York CityOMGtehCentarofdaYoonivars, I'll still be hemmed in on all sides by familial censure. No sexdrugsandrockandroll for Sai-chan. Whereas on the other hand, if I remain in Manila, my Ateneo Degree of z0mg Academic Le3tnesz will probably actually account for something, I will have people I know and can relate to, and I'll have access to as much sexdrugsandrockandroll (and theater) as my puny little body could permit. Budget and schedule willing, of course. Because that's the other thing: In America, I KNOW I'll be taken care of. I'll have three squares, a roof over my head, and relatives to mooch freebies off of. Here, it's just me and my psychoses. ...I have relatives here too, but I don't want to play in their little wading pool of family Drama, which means that... yes. Me, my psychoses. We will be very close.
...But...! As miyachan said last night: Right hand, Manila. Left hand, New York City. Right hand, fun and instability. Left hand, slavery. Right hand trounces Left hand and laughs. ...this is not a direct quotation because I can no longer remember the exact words, but it was all vaguely to that effect. I am strongly inclined to agree, but once more, my Attention Span goes: CHANGE OF SCENERY! New Things To SEE and DO! BROADWAY!!!1 (and blatantly ignore the fact that you probably won't be able to accomplish several of said New Things, because you'll be holding down a mind-numbing nine-to-five in some corporate cage somewhere in Manhattan and going home to your overeager and depairingly empty-nest-syndrome-suffering relatives and their emotional blackmail-type disapproval! Yes! Ignore! Blatantly!)
...so yes. I am very torn. Ish. I wish there was an option C. One that involves a change of scenery, freedom, financial stability, and human contact that will subsequently bring me in contact with the lifestyle that I find myself increasingly gravitating towards. Of course, the last criterion can easily be met, even in New York, it's all just a matter of me de-pussifying myself and actually going OUT THERE and MEETING people. But no. This is my Wall. My Wall says hello.
I am rambling.
I go now.
Er... except when you've wiped up his piss off the floor for like... the hundred and eleventieth time. But no. I signed up for this, and I'm sticking to it.
Thank the gods we don't use carpets.
Ano pa...?
Standard Sem Sched Update:
TTh: 9am-7:30pm Good morning to me.
MWF: 9:30am-2:30pm ...mreh.
Once more, I have overloaded and am taking 21 units. And again, I'ma be in two prods for the sem. Or maybe three, depending on whether or not I can still squeeze in work for HSM. Good luck sa'kin. I'm getting stressed out just THINKING about the stress levels I'll be reaching this sem. This last sem. Ohohoho. So I segue into a portion on my uncertain future! So smooth of me!
Er... yeah. I... don't know what I want to do with life. Parents want me to go to Amerika and be La Familia's fuckslave. Not a big surprise there. I'm inclined to obey. Manila's starting to grate on my attention span. The change of scenery would be good. But... I have no friends there, and even if I will be living in New York CityOMGtehCentarofdaYoonivars, I'll still be hemmed in on all sides by familial censure. No sexdrugsandrockandroll for Sai-chan. Whereas on the other hand, if I remain in Manila, my Ateneo Degree of z0mg Academic Le3tnesz will probably actually account for something, I will have people I know and can relate to, and I'll have access to as much sexdrugsandrockandroll (and theater) as my puny little body could permit. Budget and schedule willing, of course. Because that's the other thing: In America, I KNOW I'll be taken care of. I'll have three squares, a roof over my head, and relatives to mooch freebies off of. Here, it's just me and my psychoses. ...I have relatives here too, but I don't want to play in their little wading pool of family Drama, which means that... yes. Me, my psychoses. We will be very close.
...But...! As miyachan said last night: Right hand, Manila. Left hand, New York City. Right hand, fun and instability. Left hand, slavery. Right hand trounces Left hand and laughs. ...this is not a direct quotation because I can no longer remember the exact words, but it was all vaguely to that effect. I am strongly inclined to agree, but once more, my Attention Span goes: CHANGE OF SCENERY! New Things To SEE and DO! BROADWAY!!!1 (and blatantly ignore the fact that you probably won't be able to accomplish several of said New Things, because you'll be holding down a mind-numbing nine-to-five in some corporate cage somewhere in Manhattan and going home to your overeager and depairingly empty-nest-syndrome-suffering relatives and their emotional blackmail-type disapproval! Yes! Ignore! Blatantly!)
...so yes. I am very torn. Ish. I wish there was an option C. One that involves a change of scenery, freedom, financial stability, and human contact that will subsequently bring me in contact with the lifestyle that I find myself increasingly gravitating towards. Of course, the last criterion can easily be met, even in New York, it's all just a matter of me de-pussifying myself and actually going OUT THERE and MEETING people. But no. This is my Wall. My Wall says hello.
I am rambling.
I go now.