Some punks scratched my car tonight. Egads! Not just some lil scratch that I would’t care for. I was enjoying my night until that discovery around past 11pm. I decided to have it blottered but the police station was busy. Dad was pestering me to come home, so I did. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not scared oir anything because I didn’t do anything wrong intentionally. Only that, I’m thinking of the bill. My car just came out from the “casa” two weeks ago because my dad busted the left backlight and the trunk a few months ago. And here I am, having my own problems. I don’t have anybody to blame.
The target was the driver’s side since it was the part that was exposed. The scratches (there were 2 or 3 lines - that means the culprit had done it over and over again!) started from the headlight (yes, it too was damaged) running down the length of the car until the backlight. When I think about it, my meager salary cannot afford to pay for the repair. I hope rubbing compound works tomorrow. A much needed rest will help me (not) and then maybe i’ll go back to the police station (i want justice!) in the morning.
Let me try to justify the whole thing. I need to experience many things people said in order to grow up. Oh, I am so grateful but gosh, why now? I don’t have money and I’m gonna quit my simple job in less than a month. What to do… *grin* I’m 23 years old but I need my parents’ help again.
It’ll take a while before I sit behind the wheel (even if it’s mine) and enjoy. Maybe driving but parking? I need a good parking area, damn it! Hahaha.. It’s not my mistake but the car is mine thus, it’s my responsibility. I don’t know how I feel right now.i don’t know if this is karma working or something good to me. I’ll let you know soon when something good (or worse) happens to me.
Nowadays I am restless. I guess I’m back where I’m looking for my niche in the world. Two years or so have passed since I’ve been earning my keep. But really, I haven’t saved anything yet. Kinda sad, really.
It’s funny how I used to think like this and I’m back at the same point. I wonder if I really grew up in that span of time. Thinking about the future gives me the goosebumps. I’m scared but I know I gotta face the world.
I think about many things at the present. Things about my past especially. Where are my friends from back then? I usually ask myself what do I do with my life. I feel that I’ve lost contact to the people I hold dear. Maybe I changed. People changed. I really don’t know the reason but I can’t point fingers. Am I happy? I really don’t know. I think not but I have no complaints. Maybe I want something more but I don’t see beyond what I have now. Just semantics, really, but it takes much of my time during the day.
The world just keeps on turning and every I grow older. I’m not sure how to deal with this passing of time but I do hope I’m not wasting my youth. I want to go to many places and meet different people. I want to have new experiences but I am hindered by my circumstance as of yet.
Actually, I really don’t know what’s my point in making this entry. Only that I want to say that I have discontent in my life now and that I’m confused as to what I should make of life. Now I realize my entries (even the deleted posts before) are full of cliches but I can’t seem to be rid of them. My life is a cliche and I wonder how to make it interesting. Still, I can’t move because I don’t know.
This year, I have to urge myself again and persuade my mind to move despite not knowing where I’m headed. I have to. I’ll rot if I don’t make a move. If my life were a chess game, not moving would me I would never progress. I know there’s the possibiliy of winning… or losing in the game but I also know that I’d have to beging all over again.
What’s my point? I don’t know really. You think about it… or not.
