"Love makes the world go round? Not at all. Whiskey makes it go round twice as fast."

Hmmm… is life just a continuous cycle of wishes and discontentment? Am I just expecting too much or am I just plain unlucky? When I was young (here goes my litany…), I wanted so much to grow old that I would tag along with my older cousins who were back then, on their way to adolescents. I would pretend to be a teacher, a nurse, a doctor, a newscaster and even a housewife…but my ultimate dream before was to become a cashier... hehe. Wow! Very ambitious huh?

When I was in elementary, I can’t wait to go to high school because I thought being in high school was so cool. I get to bully elementary kids and I get to go to school on my own, no service, and no chaperone at malls. My first installment of freedom! Yes, I was able to do all those things… I even added some few bonuses of cutting classes, arguing with the teachers, cheating and drinking. Nevertheless, I’m still not contented. I hate my teachers because most of them are dim-witted. I wonder if they even pass the Board Exam for teachers. I was not impressed and so, seldom do I review for exams and stay awake during classes. I have been caught cheating, sleeping and chatting with my seatmates.

Indeed, highschool was fun, but still not enough…

College came; I guess somehow I learned something in highschool despite my insubordination because I was accepted in a good university afterall. But then again, I wasn’t contented. The campus was way far from home. Sure I have all the freedom I want and I can do all the things I want to do without my parents necessarily knowing about it, but something’s missing. I miss the comfort of my home sweet home. That’s a whole year of instant and fast foods. I’m surprised I even past my exams despite the lack of brain foods.

I decided I couldn’t take this independent bullshit (suddenly, independent and bullshit became associated), and so, I transferred to a nearer campus offering the same standard of education, but with the problem of getting in the course I truly wanted. Unfortunately, my general weighted average for the past two semesters wasn’t enough to get me accepted in the quota course I was applying for.

Almost perfect, but not quite!

I had the perfect school, perfect location, but not the perfect course. Well, I had the option of shifting after a year, but my Mom contradicted saying that I might not get to finish anything if I go on shifting from one course to another. “Ok Mom, if you say so.” After six semesters, seven fieldtrips and countless research papers including the most dreaded individual thesis, I finally got a degree in BA Art Studies (Interdisciplinary)…

“Come again?! What the hell is that course?” (You think I suddenly gone schizo? No ma’am, I’m just typing what you’re probably saying after reading that last sentence of mine)

Art Studies…It’s also popularly known as Liberal Arts or Humanities in other Universities. UP has just found another way of calling it and spicing it up a bit by adding the word Interdisciplinary in between parenthesis. Interdisciplinary because I get to choose two more main area courses aside from my major, which was Art Studies. Ironic, but I even got more interested in one of my minor course, which is Psychology. During my third year, I was really fighting the urge to shift to Psychology. I console myself with the idea that I can pursue further studies after graduating college.

Again, graduated, but still unsatisfied.

Just when I was starting to get comfortable at home doing nothing, a company finally decided to take their chances by hiring me. It’s an IT company specializing in developing buggy software...hehe. I admit it was fun working there. Most of the people there are of my same age bracket. I met many interesting personalities (nerds of all kinds..hehe). Of course, with me, there’s always the bad side of everything. Although I’m learning a lot and enjoying the company of my officemates, I didn’t find the security I’m looking for in a job. Astroboy, a friend and classmate back in highschool informed me about an opening in their office. I decided to apply for the job. I got accepted. Thanks to my irresistible charm…hehe. Alas! Here I am in an accounting firm assisting senior partners. A mind-numbing work with no interesting personalities to meet, but at least, it promises a stable job. So stable, I can’t even see a promotion coming in the near or even far future…

Mmmm…why do I even stay in this job? Because honestly, I have no idea whatsoever what kind of job will satisfy me or if such kind of job even exists…and of course, I need a source of income to buy me some clothes and keep up with my social life..hehe.

In the end, here I am, still unsatisfied and stuck in a job I hate.

Grrrr…life sucks!