Recent realizations (I choose not to elaborate) made me contemplate on leaving our Pasig apartment and moving back to our house in Sta. Rosa, Laguna. A recent change in Pasig’s traffic rules (more on this later) made me seriously think about making the move. Of course, this is a personal blog, so I’m obliged to share the details of my brooding shenanigans. Maybe writing about it will give me a better understanding of my dilemma.

I wonder if Baddie notices that he never ever solves a problem by blogging about it.

THE PROS OF MOVING BACK TO LAGUNA

Free food and rent. Come on. It’s our house. My parents wouldn’t even think of charging me for my meals and the use of my own room. But I think I just gave them an idea. Dammit.

Wireless Internet access. One thing I sorely miss when I’m at the apartment is the Internet. Don’t get me wrong, I’m online the whole day at work, but I can’t dick around as much as I want when a lot of sites are blocked. I terribly miss torrenting shit every night too.

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To end Mean Girls Week, I think it’s appropriate if I share a mean girl story. A story plucked from my own retarded high school past. It’s not a story about skanky bitches calling everybody “sluts” and “whores”. It’s about high school drama, angst, and awkward silences. It’s about me being in jail with a girl named Vanessa.

I went to a Catholic school in Sta. Rosa, Laguna. Canossa School to be exact. A place were dreams are born and hearts are broken. A breeding ground for leaders, jocks, losers, artists, mean girls, and background dancers for noontime TV shows.

Well hello there, Sexbomb Izzy. How YOU doin’?

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In a few days, I’ll be celebrating my 25th year on Earth. I feel old but I also feel very young. Weird. 25 years. Man. Them’s a lotta years! A lotta stuff can happen in 25 years. And it means a lot of stuff can and will still happen.

It’s nice to look back into the things that happened to me in the past 25 years. I spent my early childhood trapped in a small world of my family and relatives. I was in a Catholic school for most of my childhood. I played with toys imported from the US. I also played with mud I created with the water from our faucet and the soil from our small backyard. I played sports when I was in elementary. I stopped playing it in high school. It took me more than 6 years to realize that I do not mix with sports.

I’ve visited Thailand, Hong Kong, and the US. Technically, I’ve also been to Japan since it was a stop-over to and from the US. I’ve been to Cebu, Palawan, and all over Luzon. It was a great joy and privilege to visit these places. But the best part of these trips is the part where they end. Yes, the best part of a trip for me is when I finally get to go home. I’ve never been big on leaving my comfort zone.

I’m from Sta. Rosa, Laguna. Born and bred. Well, technically, I was born in a nearby town. But basically, Sta. Rosa is where I was raised. I stayed 1 year in Holy Rosary Academy for junior kinder, and after that, it was Canossa School all the way to high school. It’s where I organized a small group of “writers” who were intent on sticking it to The Man. In our case, The Man was the school principal. A nun. It’s where I discovered my talents. It’s where I found out that my talents were not really talents. Creative bursts fueled by hormones is what they are. It’s where I first fell in love and had my heart broken. Or so I thought. Teenagers have a lot of drama in their lives. Punks. High school was the best four years of my life. Until I went to college.

UPLB. Just saying those four letters gives me the feeling of coming home. In UPLB, I got the taste of the “real world”. I found kindred spirits. I found polar opposites. I gained a lot of knowledge. Most of it useless. I made a lot of friends. Only time will tell if they’re for life. I discovered what real love is. And it’s not pretty. I became a leader and a follower. A nice guy and an asshole. A smart thinker and a dumbass. I made love to a few special ladies. I fooled around with a lot more. I swore off alcohol and cigarettes in my early years. I became an occasional alcoholic and a chain smoker in my latter years. I insulted guys who wore braces. I had braces installed a couple of years before I graduated. I almost gave up on my dreams. I’m so glad that I didn’t.

After college, I spent 3 months in a small office working on websites, and 8 months trying to be polite while irate Americans tell me I’m an idiot. I’m not the one who doesn’t know how to turn their frickin’ phones on. Dumb fucks. In a few weeks, I’ll be leaving all that crap behind and do what I want to do. A job that I really want. And it feels so good.

I have lived 25 years of my life and I don’t have the slightest clue what the next 25 will bring. Life is erratic. Liable to sudden and unpredictable changes. Sounds good to me, for I am quicksilver: cool and willful one moment, utterly fragile the next. Okay, that didn’t really make sense. I’ll shut up now before I turn this into one of those stupid Friendster Profile About Me sections.