One Fine (Itchy) Afternoon

Wow. I have forgotten that this blog even existed and it's cool to read back stuff i have wrote some 3 years ago. I could never keep a blog active, wonder why. Having been infested with the varciella zoster virus for almost a week now opened new doors of boredom in me and once again i find myself writing.

I just got my pay check today, and surprisingly enough (not!) it's kinda lower than what i expected. i know that when i agreed to take on this job that the pay would be lower than what i used to earn plus three times the stress levels. i know it's too late to complain now since i just signed my regularization papers for the company before i got sick with chickenpox. the only things that are keeping me from resigning is the location of the company (which only takes me less than an hour to commute and from my side of the eqautor that's a short trip) and the nearness of chill spots (when i say chill spots i mean drinking spots), and my friends, and also the fact that i need a job.

I suddenly remembered that when I was in second year high school, our class made a promise that we will hold a reunion on October 26 2010, exactly 10 years from being a sophomore and exchange stories of how our lives would turn out. i have never given it much thought about what i would become 10 years from that date, but all i know was i was going to be successful. Everyone expected me to become succesful including me, being the nice, responsible, hard working and intelligent young man that I was back then. I imagined myself to be a doctor or a succesful businessman slash writer. I used to think I could be anything I wanted to be when I grow up. But today is 2010 and 10 years have passed since I was that same person. Here I am, at home, sick from the chicken pox, working in a call-center and wondering how he can budget his measly sallary. Hardly, the "success" I imagined myself to be in. But what does "success" really mean to me? to all of us? Can I consider myself successful?

I honestly don't know...