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After College, It’s Called Alcoholism
Isn’t it annoying when parents go mad about the things that COULD HAVE but NEVER really happened to you?
Like, that one inglorious Friday night, when I went out with my new workmates for the first time and I got real drunk, wasted, and shit that I didn’t even know how I managed to go home at around 4AM, Saturday, without my mobile phone, any money, and ATM card. I mean, I got home safely no matter how wasted I was, but my dad still frets over the bad things that COULD HAVE BUT NEVER REALLY happened to me, until now. Please take note that it’s already Tuesday.
There are four talking points in the first sentence of the previous paragraph. Let me lay it out for you.
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First day. New role.
Tonight, I say goodbye to the FUNemployed lifestyle I have enjoyed in the past month. I’m also putting on hold my wonderful relationship with books, movies and TV series. With Pottermore, brewing potions all day. With Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr, checking out what my friends have been up to, hitting the F5 button every now and then. I say goodbye to sleeping as late as 4AM and waking up as late as 2PM.
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This is me at the moment. Corporate stress. Corporate slavery. Corporate torture. Whatever you may wanna call it. I’m tired. I wanna go home already. Been at the office since 7 fucking 30 in the morning. Until now. Corporate slavery. Yea, that’s what it is.
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You know you’re already old when you get invited to a college alumni homecoming party.
The College of Mass Communication, University of the Philippines Diliman is holding an alumni homecoming party today. I got invited which made me feel so old at 20.
