Let me take this opportunity to apologize (to all 3 people who actually
care) for my absence from the “blogging” world. This past week or
so, unlike most other weeks, has been rather eventful…and chock-full
I also apologize in advance for the dryness of this entry…
Well, I’m officially part of the work force. Full-time baby…
exciting huh? People at work at pretty cool… uh, yeah…
work. That’s all I have to say about that.
So, I’m officially back in Irvine. Newport North, w00t! It
feels really weird to finally have a room again. You should all
come visit and look at my cool bedsheets.
I am in desperate need of a new car.
Saw Hero today. I dig. True, maybe it’s because I’m a
martial arts freak. I have to concede, however, that it may have been a
bit long and melodramatic.. but I still dig. Added bonus… it
was devoid of hollywood actors with horrendous martial arts form. I
swear, it made me wanna pick up my eskrima sticks again.
Anyway, on the way back from the movie theater, a rather random thought
popped into my head. I feel so immature sometimes. It feels
like so many people I know these days are starting to grow up… like
“grow up-grow up.” And I’m the only one trying to curb time’s
I thought to myself… maybe I should’ve started school a year later…
or something like that… then I might be a little closer to par.
Hmmm. Did I really just say that? Fuck the status quo. That’s better.
Anyway. This is where I insert my ode to people moving on to bigger and better things.
|To the man I call Kuya: I can’t believe it’s been 4 or 5 years
since we first met. Back when we used to ditch Genetics lecture
and sit outside the Student Center doing absolutely nothing. Now,
you’ve left for Hawai’i to go to school. I couldn’t be happier
for you… and a bit sad for myself.Seriously man, we’ve been through some shit these past few years;
many conversations about a certain topic… usually with no resolution
for our collective problem; PUSO board; SPOP…
I guess the thing that really gets me is that from now on, whenever I
But maybe, the time will pass faster than I think. And before we
And… to a different someone. My feelings are best conveyed in song:
I have to speculate
that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces in the clay
True, it may seem like a stretch
but it’s thoughts like this that catch
my troubled head when you’re away
and I am missing you to death
Um. Yeah. Good night.