I miss school.

I may be forever branded as a dork for saying so… but yes, I MISS SCHOOL.

The projects, the deadlines, the crappy food, the awesome teachers, cutting class, free cuts, the borrowing of pens, photocopying ungodly amounts of notes, not listening, sleeping in the library, smoking in between classes (ALTHOUGH I’VE QUIT IT. Clean Slate for ‘08! Been smoke free since dec. 31. THANKYOU. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE), sleeping during philosophy, being sent out during theology, ACCOUNTING AND FINANCE, creative writing, comics class…

I COULD list a whole lot more of things I miss about school but I think this site’s bandwith couldn’t handle it. I was browsing through my old blog a little while back and I came upon this. I wrote this little compelling piece of literature after I graduated college:

I was walking around katipunan earlier this evening. I didn’t know where to go. no one was replying to my incessant pleadings to kick back and have a beer. you know who you are. and once again, the mind tends to drift and wander and reflect and question. I’ve been studying (ergo, almost all of those my age) for around, give or take 19 years, (I started school when i was 2 and a half years old), and now, I’ve been yanked from the role I fill out as *insert name here* that I’ve been portraying for the past 21 years. Now, I don’t wake up to the routine anymore. the routine I’ve always ranted about, the routine I’ve always yearned to break away from. ironically (with a kind of masterful twist), I’m searching for that monotony. I search for it’s predictability and stability. You wake up, yosi, breakfast, yosi, bath, yosi, go to school, yosi, study, flirt, laugh, yosi, beer, blueskies, home, simpsons, aquateen hunger force, seinfeld, sleep. It’s simple. Throw in an occasional project or two and it’s fine. I find myself longing for the safety of routine. I never thought I’d worry about where I should apply for. Ever since I was kid, all I wanted to do was write and play videogames. Oh and advertising and marketing, that’s it. I miss the promise and safety of routine.

Man, did I make a point there! Thing is, as human beings, we are afraid of the unknown, the uncharted. Our nagging fear of not venturing out into distant lands urges us to stay where we are. To be content with and be happy with it.

To compromise.

Who knew I’d end up where I am right now… I’ve become the Bizarro version of my college self; that same version of me that thought of himself as indestructible, immovable and superior.

However.

‘08 has become a pleasant surprise for me. I’ve changed, I’ve sacrificed and now, I’m doing things I never thought I’d be doing again. Details don’t matter. The point is, and bearing a quite striking irony, PRESENT ME is much, much better than OLD ME. If PRESENT ME and OLD ME met in a dank bar somewhere, OM would laugh at the face of PM. Mock him, insult him and basically say how much of a spineless worm he is. PM me, on the other hand, would just flash a very heart-melting smile (I RARELY smiled before) and just say…

Basta

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