…isn’t that scary at all. As long as you have the sheer determination and that little sense of adventure, you’d somehow find yourself smiling while getting lost. In the process, you’d look a little bit mental, too. Okay, maybe that’s just me. But I was quite happy when I got lost. At least I had something to blog about!
Anyway, I’m so disappointed at myself. Before I got a job, I promised to document my adult life as much as possible. But I am not even taking that much photos. Not even writing about it. But then I remember what Brooke Davis said, “I just want to live a life I will remember even if I don’t write it down.” Let’s pretend that I’m not just making silly excuses.
But I really am having the time of my life. It’s still exhilarating to do things I’ve never thought I could do. I can now go to so many places on my own! (I’ve ridden the LRT and MRT on my own, too. Such an effin’ achievement.) It’s fun since I get to experiment. I don’t really care if I get lost. It’s weird how I’m not scared. I guess I trust myself to easily find my way back to my dorm. But Makati is pretty easy to navigate. In my opinion, anyway. My parents always think that I’m too gutsy, though.
For my latest expedition, I went to Glorietta alone. I wasn’t intentionally planning to go there. But I wound up in that place anyway and simply guessed how to go back. Heh. I’ve been robbed once already (at Buendia. BEWARE OF THAT PLACE). I know it should scare me but I’m not scared in the slightest. I just think that if these things wouldn’t happen to me, then there’s no way that I would learn. If I didn’t get robbed (goodbye external HD), I wouldn’t be more mindful while walking on the busy streets of Buendia. I just want to live a life with no boundaries. It’s still quite impossible now so maybe I can just live near the boundaries.
Even though I’m having trouble making friends (as expected), I enjoy my work. And it pays quite well, too. I’m glad that I get to learn something new everyday. My only real problem is that I think my writing skills isn’t improving. Erm. What I really like, though, is how I’m becoming more and more kuripot. I finally have savings!
I told myself to just eat whatever I want since I worked hard for it, anyway. But I still can’t stop budgeting. I feel guilty when my meal’s worth more than a hundred bucks. I sometimes think it’s too much. I try to limit my daily spending to 200PHP or less. I can do it. But I don’t get to eat everything I want. I don’t know. Maybe once I get my bonus I’d be more forgiving about splurging on food. I mean, it’s food right? I should just eat and eat since I’m already underweight.
Okay, for the remaining days of this month, I should gain at least a kilo. And see a little bit more of Makati.
Sorry if I digress about a hundred times in this post. And yes, I love saying though.