Partner in Crime

bare, first home

It is bare. Yes. I am living alone in this apartment for almost five years now, but it is still bare.

I was invited by Urban Compass to participate in a new project of theirs called Starter Stories, wherein a few select bloggers were asked about their first place.

Urban Compass is a real estate platform that connects folks searching for apartments with the neighborhood that matches their personality and taste for finding NYC apartments.

I started living alone in May 2011, around 7 months after I got my first regular job. Most of the stuff here were given by my father: an old tv, table, chairs, LPG tank, coffee maker.

kitchen first place

Some stuff on the kitchen counter. Rice coffee from Ilocos. Durian Coffee Jam from Davao. Corn Coffe from Cotabato. Chocolate-coated sunflower seeds from Dagupan.

 

I never bought and wouldn’t be buying any furniture because, first of all I was the thrifty kind of housekeeper.  When you were self-supporting, you tend to track down and think twice to where you would spend your next pay check.

And besides, I was the only one living here. All that I needed were a bed (actually just a mattress), a table as work space, and a chair.

Secondly, I always thought of this place as something temporary, so I wasn’t dressing it up that much. I dream of course of giving myself my own permanent home someday. Yeah, someday.

But I also never thought that something temporary would produce permanent and lasting memories.


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DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY WANT?

This so-called real world is mad, extremely mad. It can get you lost and devastated. But, I believe one of the guaranteed ways to get along with its insanity is by knowing what you really want and succumbing yourself to this thing they call passion.

University of the Philippines commencement exercises

Graduation at my beloved school, the University of the Philippines.

But this is easier said than done. Lucky are those who graduated from college and already know what they want to do with their lives. Many graduates are a bit lost on what to do after school, which leads to this another so-called quarter-life crisis. But that’s a completely different story. I myself spent a few years figuring this one out, and every now and then, insane things from this real world is still making me confused about my choice in life. It has been four years from my own graduation.

But before we get more depressing, here are some of the things that I can share with newly-grads about life decisions like this. I would like you to ponder on a few questions.

“Do I love the course I took up in college? Do I want to spend the rest of my life dealing with things related to this course?”

Did you take up your course in college because you love it or because your parents love it? If you love it, I assume you want to spend the rest of your life doing something related to it. But if your parents love it, have you learned to love it too or not? If yes, do you want to spend the rest of your life working in this field? If not, do you still have the energy to pursue what your parents want you to do?

“If my course involves different sub-fields, which among them gives me the most happiness when I’m doing something related to it?”


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Nang masilayan ko ang iyong Mukha

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Hawak-hawak mo ang aking kamay. Mahigpit. Tila ba wala kang balak itong pakawalan. Tumatakbo tayo, tila ba may tinatakasan. Nauuna ka sa akin kaya hindi ko nakikita ang iyong mukha. Umiiyak ako, hindi ko rin alam kung bakit. Basta isa lang ang sigurado ko : panatag ang kalooban ko habang hawak mo ang aking kamay.

Matapos noon ay nagising na ako. Hindi ko malilimutan ang mga kaganapang ito dahil ito ang unang pagkakataon na dinalaw mo ako sa aking panaginip.


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Missing Watu

Missing Watu

In 2009, my Watu was Buboy Villar or Bj Forbes.  But by 2012, they were already grown-ups. In 2012, my Watu became Bj Go.  By the time I am ready and equipped to put Watu back to the big screen, … Continue reading