so you’ll understand the way i am
Barely 15 seconds after the waiters said “Opa!” and placed the saganaki between us, A suddenly asked: “Are you ready to get married?”
In my mind, I went: Ohmygad, ohmygad, ohmygad!!!!
was hoping to spend time at the proverbial couch today. but makati seems too far when you’ve hit rock bottom, head on.
i woke up at 3:30 AM, and since i can’t go back to sleep, i went thru my books hoping to find the holy grail that would bring me back to being bright and shiny.
Being the second rate, trying hard, copy cat that I am, let me, once again, borrow a line of Carrie Bradshaw.
Think about it. If you are single, after graduation there isn’t one occasion where people celebrate you … Hallmark doesn’t make a "congratulations, you didn’t marry the wrong guy" card. And where’s the flatware for going on vacation alone?
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When you’re 27 and still single (single again and again and again and again), well meaning friends and scheming frenemies place a ticking clock above your head, which they have set to go off when you hit the big 3-0.
Friday.
Someone called me up this morning. I think I went something like: “hello, yup, yeah, hmmm, yup, yeah, mmm…bye. I’ll see you.”
By 8:30, I was still sprawled on my bed. My alarm didn’t work.
Okay, okay. I’ve had one too many at the party last night. (Oh yeah, I freaking partied on a week night.)
So
to whoever it was I talked to at 600AM Philippine time, June 8, you
need to call me again. I checked the registered calls on my phone and
you are an unknown caller. You
are probably overseas and I am hoping that you go by the name of Oscar
Franklin Tan and you called to let me know that you earned the rare
honor of delivering the commencement address in behalf of some 700
American and foreign graduates of the Harvard Law School and that you
will be back next month and we will have coffee..
i died. and died. and died again.
while mortals like me have to smile to look good in pictures (thank God for orthodontists), some people would just stare at the camera and still look fab in their mug shots.
unbelievable.
Going to UP is one of the best things to happen to me. Of course, there have been a lot of tears over grades of 4 and 5, over enlisting in GE subjects (pre-CRS), over being confronted by the college sec of econ because I have been free riding in his college in the past eight sems, over not graduating cum laude.
I always remember what my boyfriend told me when I was reeling over that cum laude fiasco: you may not be the cream of the crop, but the field from which you were sown and reaped, is far richer and far better than all the universities and all the other UP units combined.
Sigh….
