Last night, I was drinking in Sabrina's billiards and bar place at Gutson's Tomas Morato. Present were Sab (my female version of Ramon), Gibby, Racky, Jakkar, Leona, RJ, and, of course, Bon and Richard. We feasted on their specialty Sisig and drinks like San Mig Light, Bailey's Irish Cream, Vodka Kurants, Long Islands and Weng-wengs (or as my cousin would refer to it, night-enders for obvious reasons.)
Amidst our fun, inappropriate dancing, screaming from the top of our lungs and story-telling, I got good news. Leona, who is one of Sab's closest friends, mentioned that she worked at J. Walter Thompson, one of the most promising advertising firms in the country and a place I've been dreaming to work at. I've come to a crossroads in my life wherein I asked myself whether it should be film school or advertising and here comes Leona mentioning that there's an opening at creatives. Dammit.
So now I contemplate and think.
I have until the end of July to decide, more specifically until my cousins (Richard, Patrick and Carl) leave. So it's either I go back with them and do work at Spielberg's backyard or finally put that 5-year old Coke commercial in my head into paper.
What should it be...?
"We're doing fine, we're doing nothing at all..." Dashboard Confessional, Hands Down
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