While reading The Big Book of Weirdos, I noticed that a handful of famous (and infamous) historical characters could credit their fame (and infamy) to syphilis. Caligula, Ivan the Terrible, Guy de Maupassant (okay, barely heard of him 'til this book). Geez, if you thought STDs sucked now, think of how it was back then. Being HIV positive could still leave you living a relatively healthy life. Syphilis causes dementia. Granted, its okay if you were the leader of a country (where they'd call you eccentric first before a doctor checks you out, and sometimes only when you die), but ordinary joes are just plained screwed, no pun intended.
YIKES: Just saw a report on ANC's Business Night that featured my old classmates Kathy Bacosa (Lucky Strike Junior Executive, according to web research) and Charlemgane Lim (Little Asia restaurant owner). It was about my generation saving up money for the future. Long story short: Kathy isn't saving, Charlemagne is. Kathy's like me right now, living/ working one day at a time. Frankly I thought her looks would've gotten her further in her life by now. Charlemagne I simply resent since he was a jerk/ bully in grade school.
I'm getting into another "what have i made of myself?" kind of mood. Almost a third of my life lived, and what have i got to show for it? Better physique?
I am thankful my folks thought to save and invest in my future, since financial matters are pretty much Greek to me. There were times when I thought about making it big with an original (or "borrowed") business idea, only to be shot down either by my folks (ironic) or loss of interest (inevitable). Sometimes I think I have to be spoonfed these things.
Dammit, I have dreams and aspirations; it's just that they stay that way. The realization of it is another matter.
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