Frankly Speaking, This Is So Random.

I think I should be sleeping now but something kept me awake. Checking out people in the WWW and cross-referencing their profiles surely kept me awake, but I think the reason why I am still awake is that tomorrow is a Monday, and during my school days I should be sleeping early on Sundays because manic Monday sucks for me. I would just like to take a few hours to indulge on my vacancy, my dolce far niente, my freedom. Alavet, really. But I couldn’t care less whether or not students have classes later.

Typhoon Frank left the province. Dad has to jokingly hate himself because he goes by the same name as the typhoon. So from now on I can freely say “you’ve done so much damage!” without seriously hurting his feelings. Kidding.

A paragraph is dedicated to Eme, who passed away a year and a day ago. Dude, it’s not Selling The Drama anymore, right? Rhetorical question.

Another paragraph for Eme: Happy birthday. June 23rd.

Isn’t it unethical to lecture somebody on ethics without her asking for it and without you knowing the two sides of the coin? Not a rhetorical question. It crossed my mind again for some reason I think I know (staying awake and trying to sleep — overthinking). I wonder why other people have to be a know-it-all. That should be listed in the roster of unethical things (if there is such).

I guess my long vacation’s over. My teeth are okay now, thanks to antibiotics. Should it pain me like before, I’m gonna rush to the dentist and have it removed. So now, job hunting again.

I am analyzing the consequences of having a broad course sans the major in college: I become a jack of all trades master of none (I hate much hyphenations) yuppie. And this consequence could be greatly reflected through job huntings. In as much as I am tempted to take the easy way, which is the call center industry, I am afraid I can’t. Because I don’t want to, frankly speaking.

For the nth time I was tempted to delete one of my most treasured web accounts ever: the Multiply account. Drama, perhaps, is the most fitting word to describe the temptation. But I realized that I have taken great pains in personalizing and whoring my website, plus, a lot of my photos are solely stored in there. Maybe it’s in me to have the fantasy of being bombarded by ‘why’ questions. Then that’s drama.

Update: Erning hasn’t come back yet. Ooooooh Frank! I had to do a bulk of her chores.

Last night was Hannah Montana and Miley Cyrus’s 3D concert over Disney. I never really knew the two popstars but because the concert was in 3D, okay, I watched the entire gig. Everyone in the house had to wear those red-blue 3D glasses to enjoy the concert. Even my dad, Frank, dug it.  He secretly liked it. We caught him in his bedroom with the 3D glasses on (he doesn’t watch TV in the sala). The concert was the last TV show we enjoyed before the dreaded power outage.

So Frankly speaking, I am just bored, awake, and stuff.