My life revolves around a few trivial things these days. Here they are:
1. Dro (Does it sound mental that I suddenly found the love of my life right in the middle of this war I seem to be having with myself?)
2. PBB (I have always been a follower, so to speak)
3. Job-hunting (Though seriously, my friends would laugh their butts off with this one. Truth is, I haven’t been that serious with it. But, I will be now. Promise.)
4. Running errands (Unofficially, I am a family driver and secretary. I should go ask for pay now.)
5. Internet (I swear, if by some twisted fate I lose my internet connection, I’m dead meat.)
6. Gimiks / Hanging out (You know the drill.)
So there. Sounds interesting, huh? I should say, yes. They have kept me occupied for nearly three months now. I wonder, though, if I can last for another week?
PBB will end on Sat and you bet your socks I won’t watch PDA anymore than I would watch PBB ever again if Robi will not win. Haha!
Dro will be going to med school starting June 10 (his second year) so, I will be left alone here wondering the whole freaking day if he already ate, who is he with, what is he doing, etc. I don’t want to look like a possessive partner with nothing better to do than text him and ask him of his whereabouts. The more that I don’t want to worry myself endlessly every minute of the day.
The job hunting is getting on my nerves. I can’t seem to put my finger on what I really want to do. I just want to write, that’s all. But even that does not seem any more promising than saying ‘I don’t know.”
The “running errands” and the internet is permanent. I won’t be able to escape from it. Besides, haven’t I just mentioned on my previous post that I need to write? This blog will provide a much-needed venue for my rantings.
The “gimiks” will have to stop. Most of my friends will start law, med, grad schools this June while some will have to focus on their works. So that leaves me and me alone. I am seriously thinking of going to grad school but I can’t. Not yet. There are still some things that needs to be settled between me and my parents.
Did I mention that I’m bored out of my wits? Because if not, well, I’m telling you now that I am.
