Finally, a new blog post after some long, almost-irritating inactivity. There are a lot of things my mind needs to process right now but I think I need to update this blog I hid six feet under. Hello, world. I am officially a bachelor’s degree holder–and I got it from the country’s premiere state university. And yes, this brag sounds better when you have successfully endured four years of academic torture. College graduation is okay. When I describe something with “okay”, it just means I can’t get a (better) term to describe it. Seriously, it was fun, solemn. The solemnity peaked when my college peers and I sung UP Naming Mahal with our left arms doing that famous revolutionary choreography. Most of us sung it without enough conviction (first time much?) but I believe most of us sung it as if we’re carrying the nation’s burdens (read: plural). That felt good–realizing that you have the ability to help the country feels good.
After some sort of celebration, I already need to face my school chores. Well, that’s a need I refuse to fulfill simply because I’m not in the mood–and my mind and body haven’t achieved a state of enlightenment just yet. But for now, I’m a happy bum. Actually, I’m waiting for my 2010 planner because it will start a spark of gusto and will kick my ass towards my unused study desk. I thought Red Moleskine’s coming to me, but I changed my mind–I’ll settle for the mass-adored Starbucks Planner. Four stickers before possession; not bad. Okay, I did break my words about this thing. But who cares?
Apart from seeking a decent employment, I also want to earn a Master’s degree. I actually wanted to get an MBA but I realize I also want to get an MA in Organizational Communication because of my personal ambition to develop the degree program here in the Philippines (hello unbelievably high aspirations; hello Sir Burn-who-wants-me-to-study-at-NUS). Unfortunately, no MA in OrCom is yet available in the country. Until recently, I saw a double master’s degree from Fairleigh Dickinson University.
Boost. Before I grill myself with books, I usually buy 2 sachets of Extra Joss from our neighbourhood drugstore. Before I fry myself with readings, I usually play with my dog first to trigger the release of some gay endorphins. Before I boil myself with course notes, I usually switch on my study table lamp and stare at the blinding light as if it would condition my neurons to take some academic pain. But wait, it won’t turn on! I had started studying around 3 am because I had to wait for the electricity to come back. Of course, I did not get any sleep. Don’t touch me, I might break into pieces.