Perspectives can change overnight

Just this afternoon i attended an orientation for the world's largest student organization, AIESEC. I was a little wary about attending it at first, but thanks to some VERY wise words from Teo McDohl, a.k.a Tracy, I went anyway, and I found it VERY interesting. :D It's an international organization where I can get Int'l OJT, if I would want to avail of it as well as very useful training for future jobs. I talked to some of the people there, they were really nice, and even Charm admitted that the application here might probably be better than the one in C.E., which is not too bad at all anyway. Stacy, sali ka rin sa org na'to! They have an Ateneo branch, and imagine, we can go on international conferences together! ^_^ There was a girl from Japan there at the orientation, Yuna, and the whole org seemed pretty interesting to me. And you'll learn SO much from it too. I plan to take it as a challenge, and I think it's practically another step at improving myself. Gee... big shift of perspective. I, Ms. Pessimism, am looking at one of my particular faults from an improvable angle?!?!? Weird. Suddenly, I realized what it would feel like to finally start working, and even working abroad. I mean, it could happen. And in a few years, at that. Imagine that... such a big realization.

Next, in the orientation, they made us close our eyes and imagine our grave stones! Particularly, what's written on it. I dunno, but I couldn't imagine it, except for my first name. ^_^; And a month, September? I dunno why... But anyway, it got me thinking: What would be written on it? Some people don't have a say in such things, but others write their own before they die. An epitaph. What would I have in mine I wonder. Some mundane common "beloved...etc" on it? I'd become one of those faceless graveyard nobodies who after a few generations, will have a very dirty grave marker who passerbys don't even bother to look at and then nobody would be able to imagine, Who was this Genina? What was she like? Just another one of those facless, monotonous life-livers, a "beloved something..." I'm depressing sometimes, but think about it. I don't make sense, maybe, but it's a reality anyway.

And another thing, I've been reading Lestat again... TuT I so love that novel! ^_^ Even if I can never get around to finishing it. It's so full of beautiful descriptions, and Anne Rice is such a good writer. To be able to write from different angles in different ways for every Vampire, it's amazing. My Eng1 teacher often emphasized that the delicate balance between what you reveal and what you don't create a particular effect, and in the case of Lestat, we see everything from his point of view, as limited as it is. ^_^ It's amazing. For instance, in his POV, Gabrielle was merely pitying him, but in truth, she really cared, as obviously revealed by how she cried after Lestat got mad at her for hiding his precious package. TuT TuT TuT TuT

Vampires have a way of looking at the world, and reading the book and seeing everything from their eyes just gives one a new perspective of things. And these particular bunch of Anne Rice books is not explicitly you-know-what, so it's a good new perspective. ^_^ Just stay away from the Mayfair series. ^_^;

*ok, girly corner. And you won't ever see this again in a LOOOoong time, so deal with it. ><*

I had a freaky dream last night. In my dream, there was a REALLY good-looking guy (whose face I can't remember at all~ faceless dreamboys -_-) and apparently, in my dream, I had a crush on him. ><>

come fly ~ gen