She sits there with a cup of coffee, a book in hand.


Minutes passed, a page of the book is turned. She glances at her watch and takes a sip of her coffee.


People continue to pass her by. She watches them. They come and go. Some stay for a while, some leave quickly.


She turns to her book again, drowns herself in the words. Falling, feeling. 


Another page is turned.


"You're coffee's getting cold," someone says. She looks up and shrugs nonchalantly.


"Took you long enough," she says. "The coffee isn't the only one getting cold." 


A coat is offered in apology. It was ignored.


She stands up to leave. The coffee cup was half-empty, the book unfinished. 

Incoherent Thoughts

This was a cryptic attempt to express my thoughts of shifting out of my course, dated two years ago.

I think this was one of those times that I was seriously contemplating on shifting out and not just simply ranting about how I really don't like my course anymore and how much I'm fed up with it. I wouldn't have made it cryptic if it were only that simple.

If all goes well, I would finally be graduating in less than two months after five years of shedding blood, tears, and sweat to get through ECE. Of course I would be happy when that day comes. But I'm not sure if I would be ecstatic. I mean, I'm still unsure of what I would want to do after graduation. I don't want to work. I can't imagine myself working in some company. And even if reviewing for the board exam seems like an escape route from working, I honestly don't feel like taking it just for the sake of being an "engineer". I once thought it would be cool to be labeled as such. I'm just not so sure what to think of it now.

Less than two months left, now... I know shifting out is not an option anymore so I need to pull myself together and give it all I've got. Konti na lang.

The Art of Being Pissed Off

It's an art. Because I said so.

And it takes years of practice to master it. Not days, years. Because it wouldn't be that nice if you spend everyday of your life looking like you've got a stick shoved up your... uhh... nose.


First you start with...

[1] a cold shoulder

• Ignore people. 
• Speak in monosyllables (if not at all). 
• Reply with nods and shrugs.

then...

[2] be indifferent

• Pull on a poker face. 
• Emit an if-you-come-any-closer-you're-dead aura. 
• Glare at nothing in particular.

and finally...

[3] snap

• A string of colorful curses would be nice start (you can either mutter it under your breath or say it out quite loudly). 
• Slam doors when you walk in/out of a room/car. 
• Throw things around carelessly (doesn't necessarily have to be yours). 
• Snap at random people. 
• Continue glaring. 
• Don't walk away - stomp.

Note: This may change in a couple of days/weeks/months/years whensoever due to.. more accurate... uhh... observations. Ha.

This is from my Multiply blog. I thought it would only be appropriate to reblog this here since I seem to get pissed off a lot easily lately. I would say it was just the hormones but really, people around me are acting like jerks recently and I don't know how to deal with them anymore.

I just made a scene in McDonald's and along Katipunan.

I should feel like an idiot but I don't really care because I'm fucking pissed and I don't give a flying fuck about anything right now.

Walking out is one thing.

Walking out without giving a fuck if I leave my laptop and wallet behind is an entirely different thing. Yes, I was really pissed beyond reason.