Woah I’m alive!

[BGmusic: The Way Life Is by Bob Schneider]

Quote for the day:

Pito: Kuya Guy, when are you gonna get married?
Kuya Guy: Hanapan mo muna ako ng girlfriend.
Iking: … [perky:] I have a teacher!

– A dinner table conversation between my cousins

Kwento:

I was in Baguio, having coffee with some old friends. We were about to leave, but my friend wanted to finish the cigarette she was smoking. My other friend said he’d help her finish. Thought he was kidding, but to my flabbergastment [note: not a real word] he took the cigarette and inhaled all that tar and nicotine like a pro. Take note that this guy used to go on and on about how bothersome it was to see people in nursing uniforms smoking, and now he’s turned into one of… [tun-tun-tuuuuun!] them.

End.

No, this isn’t going to be a preachy anti-smoking post. I just used that illustration because it was the least personal story I could think of. [Least personal meaning, if my friend came across my blog and read this, he wouldn't be offended... ehem ehem... right? <:D].

I just find it unsettling that even though I’m the one who moved away and has had to cope with a lot of change, I think I’m the one who has changed the least. I think I’m the only one who still hasn’t had a boyfriend [oh wait, tatlo ata kami, but whatever]… I don’t party [much], I don’t drink [much], I don’t smoke, I still laugh at the same things I found funny ten years ago, I still sleep with the same teddy bear I’ve been sleeping with since I was nine, I still stammer when I get nervous, I still don’t know how to dance, I’d still pick flight over fight in almost every situation, I’m still uncomfortable with touchy-feely displays of affection [even between friends], I still don’t know what I’m doing with my life, I still find it extremely hard to function in social situations, etc.

I don’t know if this almost absence of change is a good or bad thing. [But cutting myself some slack, maybe I'm a little more mature. Which... really isn't saying much. D'oh.]

Which brings me to the question: Is external and internal change inversely proportional, or is it just me? Does too much change make you want to hold on for dear life, or just go with the flow? Am I being a total twat for putting a graph to illustrate my point? [Wait, don't answer that last question, I think I know the answer to that one already.]

Note: Have mercy on me and please do not quote “the only permanent thing in life is change” in your comments. So sick of the saying; it may be due to my aversion to the whole idea of change, but I think I’ve just heard it too much. Blech. T_T

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Wow, that felt weird. That must have been the longest blog break I have ever gone on. Hope I still have my blogging mojo.

Anyway, my never-ending semester actually had an end, would you believe it? To be more specific, it ended last Monday. It was horrible having my sem end that late when everyone else was done and rejoicing. First time I actually felt the presence of finals week. ["So this is what it feels like to be an upperclassman..."] My sem didn’t exactly end in the glorious way I would have wanted it to end, but at least it’s over. And… I don’t want to talk about school right now, so I’ll just leave it at that.

Arrived from Baguio around two hours ago. Visiting Baguio was great. A little painful because I knew I had to leave, but at least I got to visit.

I’ve also become quite addicted to Flash Flash Revolution. Facebook [evil evil facebook!] introduced it to me, and now I’ve signed up on the main site and am pretty hooked [and getting quite good at it, may I add].

It’s good to be back. You guys better have missed me.