Friday, September 10, 2010

22...22...22...shuchks...

I'm now officially a year older from yesterday. I'm kinda happy that I could post my first birthday post (since I kinda screw up on my previous blog posts),I never thought that hitting 22 would be this fast. I still can't see myself as a 22-year old. I'm still jobless, my drawing still sucks (though I noticed lately that it is somehow improving), I'm still single (and wierd), and I still drool over hunky 2d characters, though not really too much than before. So after I hit on this weird dream of mine that I was blogging about reinventing myself (yes, the word that stuck to me the most) I pondered about, 'Hey, why don't I try to do it in real life then?'
Well before I hit reinvention mode, I should lists things I need changes...lots of changes.

1.Personality change

Yup. Personality. That one pesky word that my mom keeps on reminding me why she still doesn't have any child to brag about to her officemates and neighbors. Personality. What's wrong with my personality you ask? I say, nothing. Or maybe there is, because my mom have problems with it. Well yes, maybe I have a problem with it too. No need to describe further what my personality is, but I guess maybe I should be more friendly. I rarely make lots of friends, because I'm a nitpicker freak for anything related to friendship and stuffs, I don't put myself on friendly mode too much. I just hate...being too friendly. Because I realized that these past few years I garnered friendships from people that in the first place I should befriend with because they don't pass to my taste. Yeah, I'm evil, and I'm unfriendly towards people who don't deserved my friendship. But maybe these past few years (college years to be exact) I changed from a scrawny geek into a friendly wannabe, so somehow people befriended me. Some of them became *horrified pause* my suitor...and it sparked a new challenge for me to go back to my previous I-don't-care-with-nobody raison d'etre.
God I must be confused.

2. Fashion.
I don't want to call myself as jologs. Yes I hate jologs, but I despise conyos too. I hate anything that has a brand, has this stupid cliche of proclaiming each and everything as part of something. I JUST HATE ANYTHING THAT CALL THEMSELVES AS IN! There, I hate being part of the so-called norm, and I hate the self-proclaimed part of the marginal sectors (these peoples, together with jejemon, emos, what-have-you's) who thinks that their fashion sense's the best in the world.
It's a sad thing this country is succumbing into the pits of mediocrity and senselessness made by these bastards. And I'll try my best that even if I have to change my fashion sense (which is senseless also by the way, but I don't end up this country into mediocrity pit), I have to do mounts of research, and common sense. And fashion sense also.
The next thing to do is look for fashion sense somewhere...cause I have none.

3. Goals
I made this pyramid of goal months ago, and unfortunately, the base is still unaccomplished. This new day, I'll exert more effort to make my dreams more real, more achievable, and more sensible. But not that it will wallow also into ordinary and normal. Cause I hate normal, and I hate the norm.
I don't want to die not seeing any of my goals come to reality that's all.

I write too many yet I only stuck at three. I don't know if I'll have to add something, but I guess that's all the things I need to change to myself.

Okay off to accomplish them now.