I've been feeling down these couple of days and the need to disperse this negativity got me into calling (and bugging) some people, some of who, thankfully, didn't mind my unnecessary and misplaced inquiries. Although I still think she shouldn't have relayed all those to her mom at all.

Anyway, one of the reasons why I was depressed was because I found it a bit hard to accept that I may not be able to enroll this coming school year. The project may stretch for more than four months and I was hoping I could take some units in UP Diliman as an OUR student. It sounds okay, but I expect I would be paying for my own tuition and carrying my own weight from now on. And I'm pretty sure my salary as an R.A. won't be enough to pay for my lessons, some of the house bills, my overhead, and still have some left for savings.

I suggested to my parents that I work at a call center for a while until I've saved up enough to get me through a semester at the least, but they said no and that it would be better if I do something related to my college degree. They have a point, and I think my pride, as of now, won't allow it.

I should be thankful I have something productive to keep me occupied for several months. But I feel like I'm pushed against the wall and I have no other choice but to do something I never wanted to do.

 

I got a haircut a few days ago. It didn't turn out to be what I wanted, the only person who can tame and crop my thick locks migrated to Europe some five years ago. But I can carry the spikes and frizz without looking like a misplaced cadet, I think.

I'll have to wait another week for the project briefing. My father said I'd be the acting leader of the field-research team, which includes my sibling and another guy. I hope I'd be able to perform to their expectations.

It's rainy season once again. Hooray, we survived the water shortage, thank goodness for the elections. Maybe I should invest in a pair of cross-trainers for the field, and a spanking new pair of boots, and a travelling bag... My goodness, so many things I need, must earn a lot of money to buy them...

Since the research would last for four months I don't think I can enroll this semester, I can't even take review classes for the LAE -- I hope my mother forgets about it, I really do not wish to be a lawyer.

I feel like a puppy. As much as I dread going back to the field, I think boredom is more terrifying.

 

People tend to grow on you, no matter how much you hate their guts sometimes. They would make a comment, or say something in passing -- a seemingly harmless innuendo -- and you act affected, although half in jest. It sinks in, however, several hours later and you feel like confronting them and telling them what big ass wipes they are.

Maybe they said it in the spirit of pun and wit, but still the words sting. And they mean more than what was said.

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I had a chat with a friend today, and it was great.

 

I feel like I'm currently living the parable.