Okay, so I sold out. I accepted a job that I wanted three-fourths bad. The only thing pungent about it is that I am slave to the devil wearing batik (hah). Aside from that, I am able to work with issues in the environment, and I can say that I am part of her think-tank. I am strategically in the arena where I can functionally disillusion myself so I can spend half of my life working whole-heartedly for the fisheries sector. Good pay, smart people, no Fridays (but the sun don't shine no more when I get out).
I'm thinking of spending my Fridays and Saturdays studying in The School of Urban and Regional Planning, only if it weren't so tiring. Will have to ask recommendations from Sir Leland, Sir Max and Dr. Lim. I'm planning on totally detaching myself from anything that reminds me of that bitch with the annoying voice, so here I am digging my cave. I calculated that I can finish my masters in two years, and the next year will be dovoted to travelling in various places.
So sue me, I have not gone to the beach yet. Pitty, but I don't care much, I need to step away from it so I can fall in love with it again. I miss Dumaguete though. And Bacolod. But I will be travelling back to it in two weeks' time.
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