Whatabouts

Hello.

Board Exams over so I'm buying myself few stuff to get busy with. Like volunteering on Jen's thesis' research works, organizing my desk and the house, watching series and movies on my list one after the other, reading postdated books, vising old places (real or virtual) that I've forgotten. I'm also reliving traditional journal-ing so I feel like I'm overdoing it when I write here simultaneously with tumblr. :)

Nevertheless, I did this list on my checklist booklet.

I hope to finish these when my vacations over:

A Spot of Bother

Jonathan Livingston Seagull

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

A Love to Kill

Numbers Season 1

Sex and the City

Sex and the City 2

My thesis (part 2, ha ha) - actually Jen's.

Learn After Effects (basic)

Explore photoshop (the next level)

Job hunt

So far, these are the items that's already been slashed. ^^,

A Love Story in Harvard

Harry Potter 7.1

Harry Potter 7.2

EonGrey the digital version

*Photoshop and After Effects projects, they make extra rooms for expanding my ill-patience.

I'll be trying to reach out the world I've taken for granted for some time, too. I miss the feeling of writing for the blind audience. Or at least how I imagined it. There's the difference about writing in a notebook and a blog. The latter gives the writer the feeling that people she don't even know could read through her blog and hope to somehow impart some idea or inspiration or just simple un-reciprocated conversation like what I get from other blogs.

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M&M's Them Writing No. 2

College was like a sharp swerve in my life. I didn't see it coming. My mother and I were just falling in line for the interview in an unfamiliar green building, after which, four years of my life was sealed with unexpected, unwanted fate. That's where it all started - this feeling of confinement.

I was Editor-in-Chief of our high school publication, but I didn’t graduate with flying colors. I excel in English, Public Speaking, and Arts, at same time I’m at the bottom of my Math teachers’ list. I am a selective learner. I focus on my strengths to compensate my weaknesses, totally rejecting things where I don’t do well. But college isn’t tough for me because I’m not good in Math or any of my subjects. College was a struggle for me because I just don’t like where I’m heading. It’s like a giant quicksand for me, a downfall that happens slowly and predictably.

Should my parents never think I’d be killed for turning into a leftist and trusted me to be away on my own, I should’ve been graduating from a communication course in that university. Should I didn’t give up my dreams and idealism, I should’ve been happier. And because by that, everything follows, my transcript should’ve been more agreeable. It should’ve been a different story. Because I would be doing something I like, something I love. I’d feel something more like in college than in prison cell.

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M&M's Theme Writing No.1

Something square. Something thin. Something with a bar code but isn't sold. Something that could either save my butt or pain my ass: My School Identification Card.

I've disliked it since the first time I got it from the office, or even before I took possession of it. Only because I feel dreadful about what my face would be on it. And I'm not wrong. It's the last time my ID faced the world. I've tried putting stickers to save it and even consider telling the Office of Student Services that I lost my ID to request for another (of course, with a different picture) while using it flipped back. But it end up like that all the way. Four years have gone, no ID was reported missing, no ID was renewed. What's worse now is anything on it is barely legible, except the picture. Maybe because of poor print quality or the card or the moist from the compressed card holder, I don't know. I hate its selective deterioration.

It was never verified. I don't know how and obviously apathetic to care to know, so the twelve boxes (for 8 semesters and 4 summers) at the back were left unsigned until now.

But, no. I never planned of disposing or losing it for real in any way, for four reasons. First, renewal takes a long time and I can't explain to the guards why I'm not wearing any ID everytime. Flipped back ID is way more acceptable than no ID at all. Second, sometimes it's the only way the guard would let me in the gates and visit Mushy. Third, our Clinical Instructors check it every now and then. Fourth, it's a requirement for graduation.

Despite my apathy, I'd keep it after graduation for the sentimental idea of discovering myself capable of such apathy. Nevertheless, it's still a keepsake.

And oh, I don't have to wear it anymore.

(Yay! Haha.)

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