i was in a state where i think i wasn't suited for the field of work that i was in. feeling all the tense muscles everytime i went to work. i was thinking of what my life would be if i was not an IT pip. thinking of an alternatives....
i can be a grade school teacher. i think i would have been a great one. students would surely like me. i wont let them clean the room. heck! i wont even let them hold a broom. all they have to do is paint with all the colors of the wind. they can go to school anytime they want. lates, absences - i don't mind. but the thing is, students are loud, they talk too much, they mock you from behind. i know it. i've been there. i don't even like students when i was still a student.
i was thinking of becoming a lawyer, but with my difficulty to be understood (i have this tongue of mine that wont straighten out other than talking nonsense and rambling) and my inability to express what's in my mind, let alone my fear of public speaking, i think my only clients would be my parents filing for divorce.
hmmm! an astronaut is not a bad idea, i have this 'thing' about moon and heavenly bodies. they suck me in. very vampire-y, seems like, i could bumped-up with the cullens (of twilight saga) anytime. i think the outer space is very relaxing also. everything is peaceful and quiet, very mellow. comets and meteorites hovers around me. with stars everywhere, its like i am in a giant disco pub all night and day. and the feeling of weightlessness... feels like, not lifting an ounce of my body fat at all. you are weighing, like, hmmm... NOTHING?! cool! that would be the biggest weight loss i could ever have. but i was not a big fan of darkness and overcoats. and with my poor eyesights and clumsiness, i could collide with jupiter without even knowing it. can an astranaut wears an eyeglasses?
a writer! i could write. and i think i could ROCK it. i have such a wild imaginations. wait! what could i write that wasn't in a movie yet? mutants and aliens has earned millions already, people don't need another one of those craps. dang! there are even one for bugs doing martial arts and all those crappy tales of vampires and wolves. what is left for me? documenting how my DNA evolves?
a policewoman sure will do. guns... uhm... *fainting*
a doctor would do. i like wearing white coats. the salary is sure to be more than i could ever want. wait, doctors do surgeries, right? which means blood and cutting living organisms. and ENEMAS? *sticking a finger on my throat* and they spend half of their life in school. do they have a life?
i could kill to be a supermodel! nah! where talking serious things here! who am i joking at! leerd! tyra bank's legs is longer than my height. and the bilbil, nevermind!
a gym instructor.
a chef! whoa! i could kill myself cleaning my own knives, i couldn't even start a fire. does that makes me a lesser of a human being?
what if i am singer? what are notes again?
AI SAMOK, mag-programmer nalang jud ko oi!



