Back from the grave
I'm back from a two-month hiatus.
I spent that time getting an apartment. Not because I have a lot of money to burn but to get away from the self-righteous deluded maniac who hears voices in his head. Scary.
I would love to have a place in the city, with fantastic views of the skyline, but it's gonna cost me both my kidneys, two arms, two legs, an eye and whichever organ I can spare to be able to afford it. Ugh. Maybe someday.
I'm living in a two-bedroom apartment above a laundromat. The closest I can get to a skyline would be the neighbor's Christmas lights. Oh, and the laundromat's big ass neon sign right outside my bedroom window.
It is at this time that I've fallen in love with Ikea. I could spend hours in that store, looking at all their stuff. So we got the usual new place stuff like a couch, beds and kitchen stuff. We also got a 103" LCD HDTV. Good stuff.
Not!
We couldn't afford a $70,000 TV, so we settled for one of its babies. I love being able to buy things. If I was back home, I would probably still be saving up to buy a 2GB Nano.
So now, my sister and I are pretty much up to our necks in credit card bills. Sigh.
I also got myself a new job. You say, "Na naman?!" Yeah well, it pays more and I have lesser hours. I need the money so I can go back to school.
I've gotten in touch with two old friends, one in Cali and one right here, and said goodbye to Melizza. She moved to LA to...to...to...Why did you move to LA nga ulit?
Everything else is pretty much the same.
Holiday funk
I don't like the months of November to January because they're the holiday months. And holidays get me in that usual funk of being depressed and missing everyone and reexamining my life.
Sure I've made a couple of friends here but as San Mig says, "Iba ang may pinagsamahan." I miss the friends I've known since grade school, my work friends, my family, my beb.
And it's so hard to push them out of my mind because holidays mean family. I've been here for almost one and a half years and I have to wait three and a half more before I go back home. Sigh.
Next month, I'm turning another year older. And my life is still where it's always been. And I'm scared that I'm running out of time. I feel that I'm supposed to be doing something more. That I'm supposed to be out there, doing something that I love, moving forward, achieving something. But it's just so hard to get things started because of all the other stuff that I have to do and all the people that I have to put first before myself. I'm just thinking, when will it be okay to put others on hold and start making things move for myself?
In no rational order:
I'm saving all that I can spare so I could have enough to put down for a house. I'm hoping I could do this in three year's time.
I also want to:
Get a car.
Go back to school.
Roth IRA.
Get a 6-digit salary.
Be with my family.
Get married.
I've been naughty and nice
So I guess I can still send Santa my material wish list:
A 30GB iPod.
Marc Jacobs and Kate Spade handbags.
A 15" MacBook.
An N93.
Or he can just give me the winning numbers to the lottery.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
1 comment:
welcome back sis!
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