Think. Think more. Think again. It was supposed to be a filler for lack of attention-grabbing titles or creative chutzpah, but then it's almost funny, kinda like a parody of the affirmation that we're human beings. Well, this is life. As I know it. What I think is what you get.
Friday, December 08, 2006
first day high
So goes what could have been my opening statement for an impromptu speech during our high school Alumni Homecoming last Tuesday, when asked by one of the teachers. Thank God I was able to sneak out for dinner.
It was very awkward to speak in front of a large crowd considering our batch was the minority that night - 4 out of the 30 who graduated, imagine! But it was good too see former teachers and schoolmates whom I have shared the same experiences with in our small and humble school - though some of them are very fresh - just a year or two from high school graduation.
It was not really a grand night since our batch was obviously overpowered by the populous ones. Seeing my teachers was enough saving grace. And I shouldn't forget winning a hundred pesos for a squatting game. Haha.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a f—king big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchased in a range of f—king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the f—k you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f—king junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f—ked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
Renton, Trainspotting
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