the week that was!

... more like: the week -- which felt like a year -- that still is. I feel like I'm everywhere again, another spree of city-hopping madness. It really has been a road-worthy week, let me count the ways:

Sunday, 22 years ago, I was born. And here, at the most un-aesthetic number between 20 and 30, I've decided to spend some quality time with the 'rents in the most traditional -- at least for my family -- way we know: window shopping. A whole day spent in SM MoA wasn't so bad, especially since my Mom kept s-mother-ing me with stuff. The count so far is 5 shirts, 1 pair o' gray pants and a swatch. I kept telling her the Euro trip 2 years ago was grad-gift enough for me, but when she offered to card the watch... corporeal temptation won out. I can't wait to max out my first credit card.

I've been hopping from train to fx to bus this last few days for job requirements, too. I've got this week to get everything (SSS, NBI clearance, police clearance, barangay clearance, cedula, etc) and so far all I've got are 2 claim slips and a poor excuse for a government document called a cedula. It's been fun though, meeting the system running the gears of the Philippines. My rendezvous with the powers that be wasn't all that glamorous though. It felt more like a long line to a vaccination: a terribly boring wait for something you're not sure you terribly want.

And as for graduation, that's next week: Tuesday. Weather forecasts include scattered thunderstorms and a whopping 91°F. I'm all smiles though since my professor mouthed the sweetest words ever to be mentioned on campus: cleared ka na. Informally, sure. But on paper, I've still got 5 signatures to go, 4 book-binds, 1 approved proposal and an installation CD to pursue before I can afford myself the luxury of "ctrl+del"-ing every file on my pc directly or indirectly connected with my Thesis. Gently caressing the rented toga outfit beside me keeps me sane though. Kinky.

Anyway, before the week ends, I hope to have organized some kind of party where we can all pig/booze/hang out. There's plenty of stuff to talk about, and zounds more to celebrate (read: get drunk) for.

To the unlimited potential of youth!
To tricky paths made smooth!
To never-ending opportunities!
To songs from the fifties!
To the Holograms and Jem!
La Vie Boheme!