Another journal another chance to (engage in self-gratification) start over and try my hand in layouting.I admit I am not very good yet, but I will get there. Even if it takes me years to improve considerably, I will get there! Eventually.

To be honest I can't really express myself much in my other journal because I know several people there and I sometimes get restless and paranoid on how my grammar is, or if I phrased the entry right. It's not that I'm going to post trash in here, but the thought of having another journal somewhere in the world wide web that hardly anyone knows of gives me comfort and a bit more confidence to work (privately) on my stuff until I'm ready to show the rest of them the by-product of my punitive er... talent. And also, I wouldn't have to worry as much about wrong grammar and trash talk and loose ends and brain numbing posts. Yay.



The settings in tabulas.com are a lot different from uJournal.org's. In time I'll get used to it, though, and hopefully I would also be able to customize my layout and colors. I miss messing around with photoshop.

Ohohohohoho.

Mothers do tend to smother their kids sometimes, but the kids can't really blame them. If he hasn't earned his mother's trust he shouldn't complain if she still wipes his ass for him.

It's an amusing display of self-control. A kid who says he's not a kid anymore is most-likely still a snot-nosed little punk.



 

Some people just can't help but post by the dozen, and you can't really do anything about it. It's worse than having your inbox spammed by advertisers and perverts, because at least you can delete those. Bulletin spams are stuck on your page until you reach you quota and they're replaced by new spams. Sure, you try to ask your "friends" nicely if they can delete those that are more than a month old, but they just ignore you.

Friggin' inconsiderate people.



 

In a couple of days I will be wearing a sablay and kissing university good-bye, even if it will just be for a few months. Unlike in my last graduation, though I don't feel a bit nostalgic. Maybe it's because I stayed longer than I should have and the things that would have made me miss UP have long been gone, maybe my attachment have gradually lessened during the last two semesters. In any case I might be going back to school again, hopefully on the second semester of the next academic year, so it won't really be good-bye. I'd like to further my Japanese language studies. As for the LAE, I'd still be taking it on November, considering my transcript of records prove me eligible.

 

That's that. I am now officially unemployed.

Yesterday one of my cousins congratulated me over the phone. I thought, oh, okay, another graduation well-wisher, so I prepared to say "thank you". However, what came out instead was "what for", and it turned out to be the most appropriate thing to say. She didn't congratulate me for what I thought she would, rather for my "upcoming wedding". Surprised, I just laughed and told her nothing of the sort will be happening in the next five years or so, and if she would call me then I might be able to give her a better answer.

I might have been living in a world apart from that of the status quo for a very long time. Here I thought marriage after school only happens in rural and urban poor areas, and is inconceivable to those who have had considerable years of schooling. But then it does highly depend on one's, for lack of a more common term, socialization. And judging from where my cousin got that amusing piece of "information", I shouldn't have been surprised at all in the first place.

Maybe I overestimate people, it couldn't be helped if one intends to view others as more or less her equals. Sometimes I forget they grew up and lived differently than I did.

That well-wishing reminded me of a rumor back when we were doing fieldwork in Sorsogon. During a bayle a colleague of mine overheared a middle-aged lady talk about me with her friends. It went something like this:

Lady: Tingnan mo siya, ang lakas-lakas, mukhang masaya naman. Pero may cancer daw 'yan. Kawawa naman ano?

As to how she came up with that I only have a vague idea. Only two people from the community at the time knew I was taking medication because I was anemic, and I made it clear to them it wasn't anything serious. Someone else from the community managed to get hold of that bit of information though, and made conclusions of his/her own. That, too, couldn't be helped. The tiniest, faintest scratch often escalates into a life-threatening wound in areas like that.

My "cancer" was eventually treated, nothing beats the patient's own statement regarding her health. The rumor itself was harmless, mildly amusing, if anything. It also boosted my popularity and gave them something to associate me with, aside from being the dancing queen.