Friday, July 25, 2014

Post No. 334

Will be on temporary hiatus. Our computer's down and until it gets fixed, I think I won't have a cost-free blogging experience. I'm not really into blogging at local cafes at the moment but who knows, I might, out of sheer desperation. This may also give me the chance to reconnect with myself and to possibly write stuff not related to life after graduation and unemployment. Haha. Will try to update as much as I can. Cheerio.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Practicality and Passion


The problem is that I am a terrible case of mismatch. I am an Accountancy graduate yet my life passions seem to gravitate not towards accounting, taxation and finance, but towards the creative arts - fashion design and illustration, reading literature (and writing, I hope), music and the uncanny savvy for anything artistic. Basically, what's inside me is a raging battle between practicality and passion, two major galaxies that are bound to converge, bump, and probably, supernova into each other as my life continues.

One life goal though is to get a regular nine-to-five job at an accounting firm, have a fashion design business on the side that I can entertain at night and on weekends, and hopefully, a weekly column on a newspaper (or monthly, if we're talking magazines).

I just hope my future self gets to balance these two swirling galaxies though and hopefully, upon reading this five or ten years from now, laugh at the silly fuzz I made over these matters.

Friday, July 11, 2014

In the Mood For


In the mood for coffee, black as night, whirlpools of intellectual stimulation. In the mood for sunsets, dash of amber and magenta and blush and lilac interweaving in the twilight by the beach. In the mood for sketching strokes of black and grey against an immaculate canvas. In the mood for head wraps, crisp white, clinical. In the mood for Lena, soft tunes staged on guitars and stardust. In the mood for chatter, endless, mindless, pointless.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

The Up Side


The endless days of unemployment, no matter how anxious and penniless these may be, has reacquainted me with my readings. I finally finished 1Q84 this summer - after a grueling ten months of devouring in-between classes - so I took the opportunity (out of sheer boredom and desperation) to finally read other titles.

Collectively, the experience is surreal. Day after day of endless literature is enough to make me happy. Now if only I get paid to read all this.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

School Blues


Truth be told, I miss school. Because right now all I know is that I am endlessly waiting for a job opportunity that just might need heavenly interventions just to push the right buttons. It's heartbreaking when people force you this cookie-cutter version of what graduates should be - the graduate-college-and-immediately-land-a-job types - but the truth is, life after graduation is a gradient of multiple colors of confusion. Education drugged me with idealism. But idealism is not a concept that real life is very familiar about after all and I can definitely feel it slowly chipping as the July rains wash and erode it away.