But before the emotional garbage, I would like to greet my father a very very happy birthday. He turns 50 today.
Now for the dirt.
Currently Feeling: Like, shit. Make that first class shit. I just want a break please. ):
Plus there's a certain someone I want to punch. REALLY HARD! Better yet, I shall gut his stomach with a hooked knife instead.
Pardon my French but he.is.such.a.goddamn.faggort. Sinalo nya lahat ng kaweirdohan sa mundo. He doesn't take the initiative, he mumbles to himself, sobrang walang social conduct whatsoever. I mean, dammit! Sarap mong suntukin pare. You're the worst groupmate ever.
Last weekend was seriously such a blur! My Romanian friend, Oana had a friend visiting Singapore for the week, and she invited me to go clubbing. Now, Aldrich and clubbing aren't usually used in the same sentence. Heck, I haven't even gone clubbing in the Philippines. Ever. That's how much of a loser I am, or better yet, was. haha! So anyway, in my attempt to "live" a life outside the office, my desire to have a work-life balance, I agreed. And so I invited Faith to come along - and Oana brought her fiance as well as her Aussie friend, Jasmin who happens to be ABM for Olay. We went to this place called Zouk at around 11 - and it was definitely a promising night.
It turns out that my Citibank credit card gives me the benefit of having 1 for 1 drinks! Snaps for Citibank Premiermiles Privileges! So Faith and I wanted to try something different, something exotic and I didn't know what got into us, but at that time, it seemed like Tom Yam Martini fit the bill. haha And instead of cherries, it had chillis. (dun pa lang, bad sign na.) haha In hindsight, that was certainly a waste of money. Even if it was one for one. And then we had a couple more drinks - one with hershey's chocolate and I can't really recall the other one. Soon enough, they arrived and then we finally got inside Zouk. Funnily enough, my memory suddenly becomes hazy after that part. I just remember drinking, laughing my ass off, dancing, and drinking some more. ha ha It just seems that I can't really recall Friday evening until Sunday morning that clearly. It was just a blur of drinks, bars, new friends and bad mornings. ha ha
But on a good note, I think I learned a few things this weekend: (1) given the right level of alcohol (with a corresponding level of tipsiness), Aldrich can actually dance in public (oh yes, you've read that right, Aldrich in a dance floor - oh yes, walang holding back haha.) (2) I'm not sure if I dance well, but in a crowded club, who the hell cares? haha and (3) I think that I finally know that I have a target audience in the general population. haha! Maybe I'm not so niche as I previously thought. Oo nga no, in Singapore, maybe I blend in better. Everything's just so international! haha
Work hard, party harder? At least for last weekend, that was true. Oh god, it was so much fun. I just hope my finances can keep up.
Currently listening to: Jennifer Hudson - Spotlight
Currently reading: Blog Roll.
Currently feeling: stressed.
For the past 16 years I’ve spent my life studying, it has
really taught me allot from abc’s to public communication, from 123’s to
algebra and statistics, from basic science to my major psychology. It has
affected me as a whole. Rearing my personality like every parent guiding their
son, caring for my future and making the path clear for the once little boy.
The boy who dreamt allot, from being an astronaut to a scientist because it was
very dangerous to be an astronaut, from being a doctor to an actor because it
looks fun while they are doing their jobs, from being a nurse to a computer
programmer because he wanted to create his own game and lastly from being a
journalist to a psychologist because better understanding will help him
comprehend anything at hand.
Teachers and Advisers lead me so, they all believed that
I have the capability to be someone better but my childhood didn’t support my
aspirations. But with the setbacks I learned how to function with it.
Elementary was a test in controlling urges, I was really naughty that time,
hard-headed some would say. I was stubborn trying to abide my own rules
moreover my feet were always of the ground. I loved exploring my curiosity,
talking to people rather than listening to the teacher’s lesson. I indulged in
being a playful learner but as expected they didn’t understood my ways.
Moving to a Science high school gave me moral boost (for
“gifted” kids go there) but with the pressure aside. With the struggle to
adjust with other classmates and being a total nerdy wallflower, I carefully
strived with the so called “social peer system” which involves a hierarchy of
all of the students. From the Popular to the Nerdy and lastly the “Invisible”
students, it was as you can see not that easy. After 2 years in high school I
finally enjoyed the school, it seemed so fast when you are really enjoying
where you are and what you’re doing. Everything was to be missed, it was so
eternal. I mean the fact that in high school there’s a balance between fun and
studying which was not to be balanced at all but we did, and it seemed to end
up in a bliss.
Collegiate years was even better, I was a thomasian. The
University of Santo Tomas was my second home and what a second home would it
be, especially having passed in the College of Science (that was really hard to
get pass through) Majoring in Psychology. Adjustment was the main problem I
faced, from the transportation (I used to walk my school from my house) to the
way of how heavy you can feel their semester load but moreover the different
faces you can see in the university and how diverse they can be. Friends were
basically hard to find especially with the snob attitude I have, but after a
few semesters I began melding in and opening up. Cracking layer by layer, I was
being open and started gaining friends which would sooner or later open up
breaks for me. College was like heaven and hell combined when I was there, hell
in a sense that you really have to “burn every eyebrow” to get a high grade but
heaven because you are as free as a bird and you can go anywhere. But that was
short lived exactly 2 years or 4 semesters, I eventually transferred to
Roosevelt College because of the bankruptcy of my College plan. My mom gave me
a choice of staying in UST but we will have to tighten the budget and I
wouldn’t want to do that so I chose transferring to a cheaper tuition school
and much nearer school. I had difficulty adjusting in Roosevelt, my pride was
so high. In myself I was a thomasian that I was in every bit superior than any
student in here. Well acceptance helped me with that; it was my choice that
brought me here. I’ve chosen this for me and for my family’s sake so I have to
live with it. After 2 semesters in Roosevelt I began to enjoy it, why? It was
not as hard as UST, my travel time was cut by 75%, people were easier to
rapport with and at some point it was easy. I met friends that taught me
valuable lessons, like not being drunk in front of your school or maintaining a
balance between playing computer games and studying (which I was not good at).
Now it seems like time slipped by, I am about to end my
struggle as a student. I am about to face what students like me dream of,
“Working” having our own money to spend. To be self-sufficient and be a
supporter in making our family’s lives better. With this, I’m happy and sad at
the same time. Happy in a sense that the doors are open for my aspirations but
Sad because of all the things I’m going to leave behind.
I thank everyone who supported me in times of desperation
and the good times as well. Thank you teachers, instructors and professors for
making me ready to what I am going to face. Lastly my Parents who never lost
trust in me especially in times of failure, your sacrifices have paid off. So
friends, family and colleagues let us all rejoice and be ready for the new
struggle I am about to face. Farewell to my struggle as a student and Welcome
my new struggle as a man.
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Currently listening to: Over my head -- the fray
Currently feeling: indescribable
2 hours of Louise, SPHBSS + Caffeine-based frap = A very happy me. :D
But that was before Arch 20 when everything just fell apart in a gaddamn snap. x_X Malakas ang fighting spirit mo, Paula! Wipe your tears (and that snot off your nose) and FIGHT! So, grab that effing pencil and do it again. And again. Whatever it takes to get it right!
HAHAHAHA.
Dear Paula,
Stop acting like the world will stop just because you want it too.
He turns 50 today.
