Catching Up
Just came from Shane's sister Kay's birthday dinner party. Gian, Lyn, and Sam were also there. They were my friends since high school and the last time we were together was on the Christmas vacation of 2004. The rest of the gang, as usual, didn't show up. Excuses, excuses, and more excuses.
The party started at 7Pm but I came around 8:30PM. They all finished eating then. Gian already wanted to go home. He was already tired and sleepy since he got there around 6PM straight from his internship in Makati. He, Lyn, and Sam let me finish my first cheesecake slice before they all went ahead. If it weren't for Gian's bitching the two of them stayed behind.
At first, I rather hesitated to attend the party because I already would have been late. But aside from not seeing Shane and the rest for so long, I missed and craved for the cheesecake Shane's mom regularly bakes. It was Mocha cheesecake this time, and if there was something on Earth better than sex, this was it. I swear! If only I could defy the Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility.
So Shane and I chatted the rest of the time, catching up on each other's lives. She said her father asks her to take extra accounting or finance units after she finishes her BM degree in DLSU. Apparently, her father wants her to take the CPA or CFA boards. "Are you sure? If it doesn't make you happy, don't, even if it means going against your father's will. Trust me." BI? Haha. Am I not right?
I also told her to secure a job right away after she graduates, so that she would have an excuse just in case her father will insist. Just about the same advice, I gave Jazel. Haha.
As for me, I still don't know. I still have no definite plans. Beyond graduation, the future is a hazy picture. Taking (and passing) the UP LAE crosses my mind now and then. Just because I became curious after Jazel and Chris passed and I wonder if I will, too. Just because I messed things up and my grades suck and I want to start anew. Just because I want to prove my intelligence.
Yes, I have insecurities. Other people's self-esteem depends on their appearances, on their wealth, on their morality, or whatever. Mine depends on my intelligence. Image may not be everything, but I suppose it not just is nothing as well.
Eek. I think I've shared more than I should have. Probably, one day I will regret posting this. Oh well, this is my blog. (So what?)