I am declaring my gravest remorse on my stagnant and worthless life.
Important people in my life had been slapping my face due to my delinquency. My former boss who had been very eager to improve my work ethics kept on insulting my irresponsible behavior when I had a decent job. My thesis professor had been sending an emmisary to nag me to pursue my thesis. My batchmates in high school had been threatening to sue me or the school if the high school yearbook would not come out yet. My resident clients kept on texting me to follow up their research paper results. My high school friend quacked at me over the phone about my attitude, that I wasn't like this before. Worse, my violin teacher had suggested to consider discontinuing my one-on-one violin lessons.
I was very efficient and industious in my younger years. But now, I'm an id-driven worthless bum. And worse, I'm not doing anything about it. Oh yes, I've cut my hair as a reminder of this tragedy.
I dont't know until when I will keep this up.
This is the worst form of self-contempt that most of us do.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Monday, January 08, 2007
In Yoko's Memory
Letter sent to the Dayrits this morning:
Dear Auntie Nene, Uncle Manolet, Sophia and Roxanne,
I am gravely sorry to inform you all that Yoko passed away this morning, 3am while being confined in the private vet's clinic. We did everything we thought was good for him.
Hindi naagapan yung infection niya sa GI tract. PSPCA (Phil Society for the Protection and Care of Animals) misdiagnosed his condition na stress lang daw since maraming animal patients with the same signs and symptoms ang pumupunta sa kanila due to the new year firecrackers. We kept on bringing him to PSPCA for 3 days after niyang ayaw kumain. Puro dextrose lang ang binibigay saka pampagana, walang antibiotics. Sabi ng PSPCA ok na raw after the third day, so pinilit lang namin painumin ng gatas at vitamins.
Yesterday, he kept of vomiting and in the afternoon, he vomited his vitamins with a few drops of blood, so na-alarma na kami at dinala na sa private vet. Saka lang na-diagnose na infected ang kanyang throat. This morning, nabalitaan namin from the clinic that he passed away. He died of sepsis, I think.
There's a superstition na may sinalo si Yokong family member who would about to die. I hope this is true.
Please pray for Yoko. He had been a very charming ang loving pet for all of us.
Jay
Dear Auntie Nene, Uncle Manolet, Sophia and Roxanne,
I am gravely sorry to inform you all that Yoko passed away this morning, 3am while being confined in the private vet's clinic. We did everything we thought was good for him.
Hindi naagapan yung infection niya sa GI tract. PSPCA (Phil Society for the Protection and Care of Animals) misdiagnosed his condition na stress lang daw since maraming animal patients with the same signs and symptoms ang pumupunta sa kanila due to the new year firecrackers. We kept on bringing him to PSPCA for 3 days after niyang ayaw kumain. Puro dextrose lang ang binibigay saka pampagana, walang antibiotics. Sabi ng PSPCA ok na raw after the third day, so pinilit lang namin painumin ng gatas at vitamins.
Yesterday, he kept of vomiting and in the afternoon, he vomited his vitamins with a few drops of blood, so na-alarma na kami at dinala na sa private vet. Saka lang na-diagnose na infected ang kanyang throat. This morning, nabalitaan namin from the clinic that he passed away. He died of sepsis, I think.
There's a superstition na may sinalo si Yokong family member who would about to die. I hope this is true.
Please pray for Yoko. He had been a very charming ang loving pet for all of us.
Jay
Starting the Year Right
... is not what I exactly did.
The last thing I wanted to is to get behind the times. I wanted to finish my thesis and finish the high school yearbook once and for all (for crying out loud! Santa Barbara!). I planned to make my weekly schedule to have time for everything, including my consultancies and violin lessons. I wanted to have a good start in organizing my activities before the year started.
But two consecutive events happened. One: Broadband connection was invented, Smart offered it and we availed for it. Two: The broadband worked perfectly, we gained access to all the evils of the cyberspace and "Supreme Destiny" happened.
My brilliant brother introduced me to this game where we can interactively play in the internet. This was the first time that we sat together for hours playing the same RPG game at the same time. The maximum level a player can achive is level 355. I'm currently at level 102 in just 10 days. Adik.
The consequences are evident. My thesis adviser sent an emissary, my MS classmate Vicky, to harrass me about my thesis proposal. Someone already got the Asthma study dataset that Dr. Borja was consistently suggesting me to work on. I have no choice but to give that dataset up and choose from a selection of datasets that I handled. Vicky told Dr. Borja that I will never cut my hair until I finish my thesis. Sabi niya, "Naku, baka umabot sa talampakan ang buhok niya." Quite true.
Doctors who need my help in data analysis keep on harrassing me too. A doctor in UST kept on asking my input in our gout study, in which I'm a co-author. If ever I do not meet her expectations, I might end up losing that privilege and wasting all my previous efforts for nothing.
And then there's Geneva opportunity. My aunt kept on asking me for my application for internship in WTO, which is only open for young students like me. Pero ayoko mag-WTO. Anong gagawin ko dun, mang-haharas ng mga third world countries? I wanted to finish my studies first before embarking on international endeavors.
But what I fear the most is my stagnation. I have observed my delinquency, or rather lack of focus, on the things that I should be doing since college. If I don't do something about my "condition," I will lose my dreams.
Currently logging in the game.
Help.
The last thing I wanted to is to get behind the times. I wanted to finish my thesis and finish the high school yearbook once and for all (for crying out loud! Santa Barbara!). I planned to make my weekly schedule to have time for everything, including my consultancies and violin lessons. I wanted to have a good start in organizing my activities before the year started.
But two consecutive events happened. One: Broadband connection was invented, Smart offered it and we availed for it. Two: The broadband worked perfectly, we gained access to all the evils of the cyberspace and "Supreme Destiny" happened.
My brilliant brother introduced me to this game where we can interactively play in the internet. This was the first time that we sat together for hours playing the same RPG game at the same time. The maximum level a player can achive is level 355. I'm currently at level 102 in just 10 days. Adik.
The consequences are evident. My thesis adviser sent an emissary, my MS classmate Vicky, to harrass me about my thesis proposal. Someone already got the Asthma study dataset that Dr. Borja was consistently suggesting me to work on. I have no choice but to give that dataset up and choose from a selection of datasets that I handled. Vicky told Dr. Borja that I will never cut my hair until I finish my thesis. Sabi niya, "Naku, baka umabot sa talampakan ang buhok niya." Quite true.
Doctors who need my help in data analysis keep on harrassing me too. A doctor in UST kept on asking my input in our gout study, in which I'm a co-author. If ever I do not meet her expectations, I might end up losing that privilege and wasting all my previous efforts for nothing.
And then there's Geneva opportunity. My aunt kept on asking me for my application for internship in WTO, which is only open for young students like me. Pero ayoko mag-WTO. Anong gagawin ko dun, mang-haharas ng mga third world countries? I wanted to finish my studies first before embarking on international endeavors.
But what I fear the most is my stagnation. I have observed my delinquency, or rather lack of focus, on the things that I should be doing since college. If I don't do something about my "condition," I will lose my dreams.
Currently logging in the game.
Help.
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