After I get my course cards next week, I’ll officially be a part of the “unemployed” bracket here in the Philippines. At 19 years of age, I then can say, “I am now officially a college graduate.”
Graduation (the walk) will be sometime next year; I’m not yet really sure when (waitta’go kid!). What’s next for this kid, who grew up with everything that he ever needed was right within his reach? Will I find a job? So does that mean I’ll have a boss of my own? Which then sums up to work loads?
I’ve never worked for money my entire life. I was lucky that we had the means to live a convenient life. That’s why I think I don’t really value and appreciate material things that I have. In my On the Job Training, technically, I had to work for money. It was part of the package; it was part of the deal. I wasn’t paid much. It was more of an allowance kind of pay. But I can say that “money earned is sweeter than money that is given to you”. That couple of hundred Pesos really meant something to me. And as I told my mom, I already have a disposable income, even though I technically do not even have an income yet.
I’m not pressured or anything. It’s just that, of course, my parents would want me helping them school my little sister and help them financially in family expenses. And if ever I screw up, hey, I still have a lot to learn about; and at least, I’m not going to waste that much time for I’m not even in my twenties yet!
What bothers me is that, what will I be after college? What are the things that interest me? What do I love doing? What is my passion? There was a time that I wanted to be a Chef. I wanted to study culinary. I love food. I like cooking. But then, I realized that this wasn’t my passion, I was just fond of it. It could be like a special interest of some sort. But I don’t see my future in that industry.
I also wanted to be an actor. Inspired by Matt LeBlanc (Joey Tribbiani in the sitcom FRIENDS). But I didn’t bother taking acting lessons of even joining theater clubs. I wanted to be a news reporter; a news anchor. I wanted to be a journalist; I just don’t think that I can take the pressure of the said profession.
I want to be a writer. I know, I know, I’m still not that good in constructing cohesive sentences and putting my thoughts into words. I don’t even have a deep vocabulary. But I want to write; that’s why I gave blogging a try. I want to author my own book in the future; a book about life.
Familiar with the movie ‘Hitch’ starring Will Smith and Eva Mendez? Yes, I want to be like Hitch, a love-doctor kind of guy. But not in that kind of fashion, well, not really. I want to write a book about love. I know I’m getting too cheesy, but I just want to release shit. I want to impart to other people my experiences and how I handled shit of my own. I want them to realize things at an early stage and not commit the mistakes and the stupidities that I did. I can say that I’ve been through a lot considering my young age. I don’t want people committing suicide because of heart problems. I don’t want people’s lives destroyed because of severe depression relating to love. I want to reach out. I want to help. This is one of the items in my “to do list before I die”.
Going back about working, in what industries am I interested in? In what departments? What I know is that, I want a people-related work. I mean, I want lots of interaction and people relations. I’m a “people-guy”; ‘sociable’ if you may. So if ever I’ll be looking for a job, I would want a job wherein I get to mingle with different people. Or am I just saying that because I’m desperately wanting to get out of the environment that I’m in, break-free, and with high hopes and fingers-crossed, eventually find my princess?
Ah, princesa, where art thou? I know I’m just saying this because I want a new environment to move around… A new environment where I’ll find princesa.
