Probably my last blog post before I start working. I am not sure if'll get the time and leisure to write blog posts when I start working. I don't really have a topic for this post. It usually takes me several minutes, if not hours, to come up with a title for the posts. But the title here, well it just flashed write across my eyes the moment I decided to write. But again, I'm not sure what I'll be writing about. My first spontaneous post. Let's see what's been cooking in my mind. Let it all ooze out.
So, work. A month and I'll be done with my studies, with my Masters. Time freaking flies when you're having a good time. It flies when you're having a bad time too, trust me. Nobody deserves bad times. But I think you need them to appreciate and relish the good times. Ah, it's a fucking paradox. Know what I just realized? there's nothing like good times. There are just bad times and not so bad times. The bad times make the not so bad times look less bad. Too much badness. Uncertainty looms over the future.. Hell, nothing is certain in life. Yet we plan, we always do. I do not even know if I'll be getting a job. Burnt enough holes in my parents' pockets. Not anymore. But how am I gonna do it? Topped the class? yeah I did but it's not fucking taking me anywhere.Wonder what I'm gonna do to kill the time if I do not get hired even after studying incessantly for the past 17-18 years :P. Gonna be tough. I do not wanna wallow in depression. It's shit. Hollows you. Silent killer. Gonna turn 23 this month and I'm still latched to them like a darn parasite. Too much negativity for the masses.
Equal possibility that I'll get a job right away. Life'll be set and mom'll be so happy. Can totally imagine her going nuts and hugging me. We've already made plans. I'll be taking her to Chile with me for a vacation. She and my father have worked hard all their lives. They've loved us (me any my brother) so much but the stupid teenage years hinder rational thinking. Overlooked and took for granted all their sacrifices and unconditional love. Not anymore. The time away from home has made me a better person. Let's hope I get a job so everything starts falling into place. Shouldn't doubt my abilities.
Made some really good friends during my time here. The friendship's gonna last a lifetime. They supported me through thick and thin. The first year was a bit difficult. Had to adjust to a new city, new people, new assholes, the academics blah blah. But I somehow did it! Would have become super tough without my brother's support. It's time to repay now. I really should start sketching again. It's gratifying. All arts are. But time is a big constraint. Have heaps of literature and study material to read but time! I'm active and up and running most of the times but there of course are times when I'm almost as lazy as a sloth.
My hate for people is real strong. I feel like sucker punching almost half the folks I meet or deal with on a daily basis. Managed to effectively control the urge so far. Too coward to pull anything of that sort haha. To all the lonely peeps, go watch "After Life". It's absofuckinglutely beautiful. Ricky Gervais is a class act.
I always wonder why people hate rock and metal so much? Why is it always associated with devil? These two genres are a thousand times better than all the oohs and aahs and the butt flashing twerking ladies from them modern pop. The society's screwed in my opinion. Too flashy and pretentious and maybe that's why I hate everything mainstream. Instantly associate it with the pretentious bastards. I wish I find someone, a friend, a girlfriend, who appreciates rock music and the culture. You won't believe but the tracks have so much feeling. The lyrics are so deep. They hit hard. The artists, true geniuses! Underappreciated indeed. Just remembered a funny incident. I trashed a guy on the streets a few years back for spitting and littering but he hit back so bad that it shut me up instantly. Never raised a voice against any fucking spitting and littering faggots after the incident. Guess I gotta build some muscles so that I look intimidating. Wont spare them assholes.
Alright it seems someone closed my mind's valve cause I can't t think of anything now. Well it's late and I'm dead tired. So I better leave it here and continue it some other day when I get some respite. Until then, cheers!
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