get real

it's officially one month since buhbye baguio may-i-cry-pa-sa-jeep-kamusta-naman. and i am getting used to the idea that going back there again has to be planned, not like my spontaneous trips where i can hail a bus as if i were just travelling from quezon city to quiapo. things are way different now from how it had been in the last four years when i had to catch a six-hour bus to get to school or to go on air. it is a bit unsettling that i can't have volante-cravings and get into a cab that would bring me to session road instantly. here, pizza delivery isn't as fun as actually going to the resto clad in jammies. and what's more, every trip to/in baguio is duly funded.

not that i'm not enjoying being home. but for those who have spent a considerable number of years up north, you get my drift.  baguio meant "working holiday" for me even when most of my time spent there was for schooling purposes.

anyway, as for working as opposed to studying, i'd say... erm, i really don't know. it's definitely more liberating to earn your own money and spend it any way you like. but in terms of having to live "on your own" and not being able to charge everything on daddy's plastic is a whole different ball game. wait, different is an understatement.

i got my first pay slip yesterday. it was whopping. translated: more than what i expected. but with the bills i had to shoulder and my sister's allowance plus an occasional "social" life, i would have to work harder if i were to save up for a euro trip in five years. working hard has never been in my vocabulary much less work. there is no way i could incorporate it in my system now. [and that is the brat in me talking]

orange_stardust

 is right. it is indeed quite a challenge to grow old and up.

out of my parents' shadows, i now realize that i don't even have a cent to my name. my being a working girl somehow drove my oh-so-loveable manufacturers to cut off their financial support and have me battle it out in the world of finance all by myself. hah. *whappak* fortunately, lil' ol' me can get away with freebies from patriarch and matriarch separately. but apart from the board, lodging and occasional luxuries, i'm on my own.

i'm trying to console myself with the perks i get. after all, contentment is a choice. i may not have everything wrapped around my finger and heck, the world does not yield to my every beck and call, but there is a certain peace that comes to me when i realize life is good. it's a blessing that i don't have to resort to drastic measures to eat three square meals a day and have a roof on my head. [although working at this point seem a bit drastic to me, haha].

and you know what else? i'ma change from being a baguio-funk-fashion junkie to a corporate, sophisticated manila working girl. yeah, like that's going to happen. sheesh.