Pull-Out Boy

This Sunday night it feels like the end.

So

I tried to make the most out of the weekend by goin out and spending. I finally set foot inside Fullybooked Bonifacio last saturday together with my great college friends (Nice place. though the books are still a bit overpriced. what i liked about it: a cheaper kafka title and a copy of Bjork's Vespertine!) We killed time walkin around Bonifacio High Street while imagining how it would it feel like to live in Serendra. We went to Market! Market! for gigay's belated birthday dinner treat. and the rest of the evening was spent talking till 12am at a friendly neighborhood Starbucks.

sunday,

we were supposed to watch the UAAP cheering competition; my sister and I stood in line for an hour and a half only to find out that the tickets were sold out. dismayed, we ate an expensive merienda--my treat-which left me broke. i felt sleepy after eating, but i got dragged to check out the tiangges till evening...then dread started creepin over.

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My motto for these past weeks has been

"life is short might as well _______."

My life slogan

"I'm alive but I don't feel like I'm living."

My popular advised remedy

"You need a girlfriend"

My frequently uttered expression/s

"I don't give a shit."

"I don't freakin care."

"Whatta crappy world."

"tedious."

this is it. there's no turning back. a life changing decision. a choice.

i'll do it tomorrow then.

im tired of justifying my reasons.

stupid

after just a few months?

easy way out

cry baby

a disappointment

whino

f*ck u

etc.

im an adult.

i've arrived at a decision taking full responsibility for the consequences.

i may not have a good idea how sloppy will the shit hit the fan...but

its a risk i am willing to take.

I'm grateful! believe me.

Gad!

all my life i've lived on the safe side.

less risks or no risks even, if possible.

geez am i starring in a Devil Wears Prada remake?
(shivers).

at least i still have something to look forward to this week.

FALL OUT BOY.

yes!

I'm tempted to hand it in on the day of the gig. for a "very fitting" effect.

I'm the fall out boy!

can't you see?

but that was before i read the policy that you have to warn the gov't a month in advance.

bummer, that ruined my style.

but i can choose not to go to work.

though im advised to make a clean break in good terms.

(sigh)

i'm well aware that i can easily be replaced. "a lot of freshgrads would kill for my job."

i guess

its just a question of how much i want it.

might as well give a chance to someone who wants it that bad.

Fuck it!

bahala na.

if i learned anything significant in this industry

that is worth remembering

(besides, "its ok to get drunk on a thursday night." yeah!)

it is

not to care what other people think.

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tara!

sanay sa hirap 'to.