The Badly Written Sitcom

      See, there’s always one of those events where you are put in those fish-out-of-water situations where all you can do is bitch, bitch, bitch.

      It started innocently enough, when a fellow by the name of Jo Regis asked me to accompany him for what I thought to be a job interview for a DJ position. He even asked me to apply with him. Sort of.

      See, it wasn’t an applocation, it was an audition. Rather, a cheap gimmick. And for what radio station? That vile one connected to the ever "scrutinable" (Is that an actual word?) ABS-CBN! Oh my god! Ewww.

      I don’t really fancy myself as one of those loud, obnoxious DJs, churning out those revolting, pathetic, shameful products they try to pass off as music these days. Shit.

     Jo, I’m going to kill you. (Kidding. It was a fun day, rubbing elbows with the hopelessly jologs.)

     That night, me and my former co-workers shared a night to bid Adi farewell. That was fun too. Farewell. For now.   

      In all the excitement of my impending return to the glory that is "collegehood", I am faced with one enormous obstacle: It’s taking too fucking long. Then again, I need the rest, the utter boredom, that has eluded me for the past six months. (It still baffles me as to how I could be the least productive member of the workforce and still suffer from burnout.)

     Anyways, I’ve yet to find an effective way to alleviate the intense lack of activity in my life. This canot be good. More time to think means more time to hesitate. More time to hesitate means less conviction. Less conviction means less of the whole taking-advantage-of-the-irresponsible-college-life thing. That would blow.

      Enjoy the States, Adi. Your absense blows even more.

If I had any second thoughts about quitting my job, it’s been quickly erased by two people that I least expected. Ever since leaving MTV, I have spent an inordinate amount of time being in the one place I could truly call home… DLSU-D.

Now, most people would just paint me as a guy suffering from a very early case of mid-life crisis by hanging out at his old college instead of searching for a new source of income, but most people are idiots. Believe me. I think I encountered most of them while doing MTV Get Spotted.

Without giving out all the gory details, two friends of mine reminded me of how important it is to be in a place where happiness comes first. See…working was fun, but not in the way it should be. Not the type of fun that makes you feel so lucky you’re alive. Not the type of fun that makes you believe that you have the potential can reach greatness, even in the most elementary of things. Not the type of fun that reminds you that life is beautiful. I used to have fun everyday, but since graduating, I had fun every day that I was drunk.

Okay. Enough melodrama. For now. (Evil Laugh)

      I haven’t posted in a very long time, and now I’m back, in more ways than one.

      In another display of my brash disregard for prudence, I quit my job. No more MTV for me right now. The job turned into an actual job, and now, I’m looking for something a little bit more real than anything the "real world" has to offer. So, I have decided to start my journey towards home, going back to that university down south and be a full-fledged student. (Or at least, as full-fledged as I can be.) Now, some may call that a step-back, maybe even a downright immature decision, but like I told everyone, there are three things you should never postpone; drinking sessions, birthday parties, and any other opportuniy to have fun. And I had more fun in college than most people have in their entire lifetime. And I’m happier now than ever before. Especially considering that my life has been a downward spiral ever since graduating.

      Now The South may not be all that… but it’s better than most places. See you in school, bitches.