My Whatabouts

As you already are aware of my dear blog, I have been figuratively bleeding from paper cuts after reading tens of lignin-infused library books and; parched and crinkly documents just to write the shitty first draft of the first chapter of my beloved thesis. 

These past few weeks, I couldn't be bothered. My default disposition includes the sedentary me, sitting with slight discomfort (as my back always hurts from sitting for long periods of time), my unwashed hair, my coffee mug cooling off, and pieces of paper which of what they contain I barely understand. 

But I don't complain. Though sometimes, it seems that my unrequited love for these scholarly endeavor is gradually weakening in force and intensity, there are still moments of purposeful success when a tidbit of citation  relates to the paradigm of my problem. In prominence, I am well aware that I am far off the curve of moving on to the next chapter but I'm getting there.

Every sacrifice will pay off in the end. I'm sure of it.

Well, hopefully.

I am currently reading The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton. This is the third book that I've read from her list of works; after Summer and Ethan Frome. So far, it's great. Though sometimes, I feel like reading an anthropological research about the New York tribes of the first half of the 19th century. Also, I am always surprised about thehumor that Wharton incorporates in much of her writing, although I found little to smile about Ethan Frome.

Well, about my work, it's okay. I'm working for almost two months now and getting quite attached to my nine students. I don't know if I will continue working when senior year comes. It would be quite difficult, I think, to go to school during TTH and practice teaching on MW; then work from six to ten on evenings. But I am really taking so much pleasure in earning and spending my very own money. Being financially independent has renewed my perception about money and life in general. 

So those are the significant aspects of my life at the moment. See nothing has really changed.

P.S. Last weekend, Jay and I had a wonderful time doing our regular rounds at Gaisano Passi, criticizing whatever meets our critical eyes. Had terrible laughs and stuff. Went to our dear Alma Matter to reminisce our high school bliss and tragedies. Ate yogurt, oh the misunderstood yogurt, and spent hours sitting in the city plaza enjoying the nothingness, impulsively saying what comes in our minds in between comfortable drifts of silence and watched the night as it happens.

Also, Pearl was cordial enough to join us last Sunday, in trudging carabao trails, skipping muddy creeks and climbing grassy land elevations, snacked on chips, and chocolate chip cookies and found love in sweet, supple cherries and flavored yogurt. Thanks, guys!