I graduated on Monday and despite the celebrations and the congratulations, I couldn't help but feel that the day had a tinge of sadness. Shaking hands with my professor and waving goodbye to faces I'll never see again really set in concrete that it's time to step out on my own and get what I want out of this thing called life. When life gives you lemons, have tequila!
There are times I felt I have missed opportunities for happiness. I buried my head in the sand and rested so long on my laurels that there's an imprint of my cowardly behind. I could pretend that tomorrow everything's going to change and I will wake up invigorated and enamored with life, ready to fight a new battle.
But I'm going to try harder. I intend to succeed. No, I will succeed at whatever it is I put my mind to. It's just a matter of putting my mind to it. This is the first entry that resembles a diary for some time. This says something about the reflective mood I'm in. Listening to Avril Lavigne, PuffyAmiYumi and Sara Barielles can do that to you, and I hope out of respect I spelled all of that right.
In any case, the plan for tomorrow is to apply for job, finish reading Banana Yoshimoto's 'Amrita' and write a bit of that weird story I've been dabbling with for the last three years.
G'bye for now!!