Later, in around 6 hours, I will be able to pay the remaining Php9,000.00 of my debt (and this would still leave me with Php3,000.00 to spare). At last, after a year or so, I'll finally be free of that Php26,000.00-obligation.
I will soon be able to spend my money the way I want to spend it. Or to not spend it at all and keep it somewhere. At last.
So, what should I say?
Oh. Here we go.
For some unexplainable reason, we (my thesis group and I) always fail with our testing on Tuesdays. You see, we try our system on the field (or rather, track) every Tuesdays and Thursdays. That is, because those are the days when the entire group is available. For the past three Tuesday tests, something with our thesis goes wrong, i.e. program, wirings, sensors (whichever of the lap, brake and throttle, or speed sensors), battery, WiFi router, AV Receiver, or wireless camera. However, strangely enough, we are faced with none of those problems on Thursdays. Or if there are any, they are not as serious as those that happen on Tuesdays. And since yesterday was a Tuesday, the third one, and since there is such a thing as a rule of three, we refused to succumb to the "curse". We made use of whatever's working. We removed all the equipment mounted on the cart and abandoned all hope of ever getting additional laps to add to our 30-something to make the 120 laps we declared in our objectives. Instead, we tried to accomplish the following objectives.
So, for this Tuesday at least, we managed to finish some objectives. Only two more to go, if I'm not mistaken. Those two are:
I used to be content with just being amongst Malate people. The OLD Malate, that is. Not that I don't like the new batches. It's just that I feel a stronger affinity with the older Malateans. Attribute that to generation gap or culture. Whatever. Anyway, last Saturday's book launch taught me something: I have surely changed. In what way, I don't know. But for certain, I don't like this new "self".
I used to enjoy talking with old Malate people. But for some reason, during that launch, most of which I missed since I preferred to stay outside, part of my "self" wanted to leave that place. And that part is the bigger part of me. I wanted to just walk out of there and leave everything behind me. Leave even the old Malate. Even that. Even them.
Walking home, I tried to search within me for answers. I found none. Only that the change is not limited to my view of Malate. And this discovery helped me conclude that it is really I who has changed, not Malate, not my friends, not the world. Or at least I, too, changed alongside those. Whatever.
I am bored, tired, fed up with everything. I fear I'll only get worse as the days pass.
