Tuesday, April 01, 2003

Whatever my friends might tell you, I did not cry during the graduation rites. Maybe, I shed a small tear or two after. But not during.

I did expect that I’ll howl my eyes out, but well, I was too happy feeling the moment. Donning the black toga was exhilarating.

Finally, no more stupid, ugly, and smelly professors, no more assignments, no more lousy student politicians, and no more photocopying expenses.

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I was expecting to be emotional over not seeing my friends on a regular basis. But I know that that’s the reason why I’m so happy. Because they’re my friends. I might not see them for a month or two, but when I do, I’m sure it would seem like we only parted the day before.

And I’m planning to keep in touch.

That’s why I cried. I said farewell to people, I might not see years from now.

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I have been full these past three days. There were a lot of graduation festivities that all I did was hop from one house to another.

There were also lots of leftover from my own bash. I’m getting dizzy eating Lechon Paksiw.

I expect I’ll have a heart attack when I’m 29.

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I lost my temper to my cousin last week.

I was tired. I lack sleep. And I was bored. Then he began his usual tirades against my alma mater. Normally, I have tolerance to his tactlessness, but I guess that day was too much.

I just graduated, can't he just give me a break?

Who is he to judge my school when his college is not even known in the major parts of the Philippines? So what, his tuition is higher than mine, but at least, in the school where I came from, I was taught to actually use my manners along with my brain.

He assumed that when I told him that I applied for call centers that they were the only companies that were present in our job fair. Well, excuse me, that may be the case in his school, but not in mine. There were companies in that job fair that might have made him drool if he stopped talking and allowed me to enumerate them for him. Or maybe they didn’t have any job fair. Maybe the companies thought that they were better off with people with his kind of education.

I hope the next time he voices his opinion about life matters he also listen to mine. Is it too much to ask that he listen first before he opens his ugly mouth?

Maybe he’s scared that he’s not the only brains in the family. Maybe he’s scared that I might actually be more successful than him. That maybe, I’ll find a job that I’ll love and not hide behind my parents' business.

I don't have to grovel and beg to other people so that they'll buy expensive products from me. Unlike him.

I graduated this year. Unlike him.

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