hmmm…

I don’t know what’s wrong but I think that my life is turning into a big bore. There is nothing too exciting to talk about. Sometimes when I talk to my friends and I see their blankless reaction  I ask myself after why I ever share something. Some sort of guilt dawns me that perhaps the person I am talking to is thinking that he/she should react courteously but sensing that there is no point of reacting, simply says "ahh, talaga?"

It’s not that there is nothing to do. In fact there are many things to do. Oftentimes though I feel that I am becoming the mechanical and monotonous slave that we all dread.

I am a big series fan! Perhaps the reason I’m so much into these flicks is that in a few minutes I can be a doctor, an alternative medicine practitioner, a lawyer, a columnist,  a mathematician, a time traveler. I even get excited at the thought of being a prisoner or a fugitive. I don’t really have a clear self-image so I just dwell and relate to whatever I see.

I am Dr. House who blames everything around him but himself. I am Meredith Grey who always feels that I am in the failing and losing end. I am Critina Yang who always feel that I am too strong for anything, but am I sure? I am Dr Violet Turner who always tries to psychoanalyze and help people around me but can’t deal with my own problems. I am AllyMcBeal who doesn’t exactly know what would make me happy. I am Carrie Bradshaw always hopeful in finding love in the ruins but always fails. I am Charlie Eppes who thinks everything can be solved like math problems. I am Hiro Nakamura who believes that timing is everything. I am Michael Scofield who is always ends up at the wrong places.  I am Emcee Isidro and I need help.

And what is the profound lesson I am trying to impart here. Nothing. Tsk tsk! I am so pathetic!