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Juggling...

How do you learn to juggle 2 jobs you really like? Factor in a social life you just recently worked on? How about financial woes and reliefs? Obligations? Responsibilities? Enjoyment? Love? These are the things I have to deal with whenever I step out of the house, and into the real world. I've been so "at-home" in an ivory tower of academic engagement in UPLB, that now stepping into the real world is something I have to learn.

Maybe I've had a taste of the real world while I was in UPLB -- relationships, all kinds of people, and mostly matters that dealt with emotions and thoght. But after a few months here in Manila, I feel like a freshman still in this thing called the real world. Or maybe this is just Manila, and the real world is somewhere else? I'll let you know when I find out.

All the different people to meet, to deal with, and to learn from. All the different sights to see and to be part of. All the lives to know and be a part of. It's all new to me, and although I've found a comfortable routine, I'm far from over. I'm far from quitting. And I'm far from liking it.

Maybe in a couple more years I'll get used to this -- maybe what I need is a reality check and finish my BS degree first. Maybe when I get that degree and find better opportunities for myself, I can be somewhere I want to be and someone I wish to be. And maybe, just maybe, I'll be happy juggling whatever things I'll be juggling by then.

But now, back to the real world.

CHill...

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