I think my roommate and I have already found a perfect place. It's this studio-type condo at Citiland 8 along Buendia. The rent is a little steep but it is fully furnished so that's one less thing to worry about. Will still spend Christmas here at mi casa de familia, but I'm moving outta here as soon as the year's over.
I just don't know how feeling a tad guilty fits in here, but for some reason, it feels like I'm throwing away the support system that is my mother. Of course, she's still her 'you'll-never-gonna-make-it-without-us' standard spiel but after offering some stuff from our house to set up in my new place, the condescending barbs belies the fact that she will still miss me (and I, her).
Thinking about it, growing up in a household full of boys, its inevitable that my mother and I will always stick up for each other sans the Electra-complex, so I feel really bad about leaving her behind with only a moody teenager (a cousin), and two stinky boys (my two brothers) to live with.
But yeah, life moves on, and as my second brother said before he got married 8 years ago, you'll know when it's time to go.
And I guess, for me, this is the time.
I'm just gonna miss my mom's cooking especially her mean pork giniling and For-New-Year's-Only Lasagna.
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Work is okay. That's all I'm ever gonna say about it.
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I miss my friends, and I hope we all get together soon and do something about or long-pending website.
Same goes for my former officemates.
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I hate rejecting cool music assignments but I'm glad my editor still loves me enough to give me assigments that won't conflict with my work schedule.
And yeah, I miss covering events with JayDj. O sige na nga, pati si Jhamie.
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I guess that's it...I hope everybody will have a happy Holidays!