“Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what’s to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn’t have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves… for growing up.”
- The Wonder Years
I have a bit of a Peter Pan complex.
Let me illustrate.
I am twelve years old. My best friend and I are washing our faces at a sleepover, and I notice that she’s wiping off this green sparkly gunk off her eyelids. I am shocked, because (a) I’m with this girl all the time and I didn’t notice anything, and (b) this is grown-up stuff;I am still [secretly] hosting bedroom tea parties with my stuffed animals. Feeling stunted and a little betrayed at the revelation that my best friend is ready to grow up before I am, I try putting on make-up the next day. Some classmates notice, and ask me if I am wearing eyeshadow. I am mortified. I scoff at their faces, avoid eye contact, and before the first class, run to the bathroom to wash it all off.
I apologize for the last three posts, I’ve been spending a lot of time away from my laptop [hooray], and when I get home I’m all tired and too sabaw to function. Tomorrow I’ll actually give writing a go.
To my dear sister the genius design-programming-hybrid-thing, if you are reading this, I tried fixing my blog and made it worse. Ahem.I love you. TENKYU. <3
[BGmusic: La Vie En Rose by Louis Armstrong]
Quote for the day:
“LALABAS NA TAYO SA EARTH!!!!!”
- little boy,
after takeoff on a plane from Manila to Davao
Many of you will be pleased to know that after months of searching, I finally have a job. Yes, friends, my six-month stint in limbo is coming to an end. I won’t tell you what company I’ll be working for and what I’ll be doing, because, you know, Google can be very dangerous in the wrongright wrong hands.
I’d like to tell you guys that I have spent these months finding myself, spending hours in deep meditation, coming up with ways to end world hunger, discovering alternative fuel sources, etc. But if this isn’t your first time here in my blog, you probably know that it is highly unlikely that I, the foremost expert in the art of Rest and Relaxation[take note: capital R's], have done anything worthwhile.
My brother: “[Insert philosophical blah-blahs here]…for example, I’m good at bass guitar. Ate Ror [our eldest], you’re good at design. And [DQ]… you’re good at… *pauses*…sleeping.”
- He evidently thinks a lot of me.
Context: In a taxi on the way home from Life Pursuits,
talking about knowing the purposes of our talents.
Hey, it takes a lot of dedication to relax the way I do.
I started blogging in 2004, a few months after I graduated from high school. I didn’t go to college right away like the rest of the Philippines, but decided to take a year-long break to figure out what I wanted in life [I didn't]. So, while my high school friends were busy warming up to their new lives in university and hanging out with their shiny new college friends, I quickly got reacquainted with my not-so-inner loner.