it’s been ten years
August 3, 2008 by anishnish
Some nights ago I came across a ten-year-old notebook I then called my journal. After laughing at long-forgotten issues, getting cross-eyed over codenames I assigned my human dilemmas, and cringing at the occasional lapse of grammar, I realized how little I have changed since then. Well scratch that, I’ve been through different kinds of heaven and hell, but after each episode I seem to revert to my old boring self.
Here’s how my seventeen-year-old and twenty-seven-year-old selves measure up:
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Anissa at 17 |
Anissa at 27 |
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phase
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college freshman |
member of the work force |
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wardrobe
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jeans and sneakers; in college, my wardrobe is planned for the week |
jeans and sneakers (if I can get away with it); I wear the first thing I grab, whatever the occasion |
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Saturday nights
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choir practice, TV or radio marathons, studying if extremely bored |
choir practice, TV marathons (if I can get away with it), occasional dinners, studying (when so required) |
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love life
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stalking my History prof J, just gotten over the Ely Buendia phase, had other harmless crushes |
@#$¥… |
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cure for depression
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sleep with the radio on |
sleep, food, books, long walks |
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security blanket
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my (extremely enormous) pager, journal |
cellphone, MP3 |
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issues
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will he like me back |
will he like me back, and if he does, will I like him for more than four years |
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on heavy rotation
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the beatles, eraserheads, opm…pop rock |
the beatles, eraserheads, opm, still pop rock and more foreign acts |
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domestic skills
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can do her laundry (some of it anyway), can open her own can of tuna |
can do her laundry, can open her own can of tuna and boil water for Lucky Me noodles (do you see the progression?) |
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extravagance
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notebooks, clothes, books |
clothes, books, concealer, gadgets I save up for |
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mantra
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nobody understands me |
I understand myself better now J |
