29.

Ok. I'm 29 years old now. But I don't feel any different from who I was before. I mean, I still have the same aspirations, the same mood swings, the same humor. The only difference is I've gained a lot of weight during the past few months. On that note I get tired more easily since I'm out of shape. I still have a big appetite that so far I've succeeded in reining in.

But on hindsight, maybe I've changed a bit. I could remember my student years when I would starve myself just to be able to play hours and hours of network games. Or sacrificing duty for the sake of pleasure. Now... Well now I've got my priorities straightened out. Or rather I seem to adhere to them more closely than I ever had before. There's Mitch. She's paramount. Then there's work. With no income, I don't think I'm going to go anywhere. Then there's family. Despite the distance, I want to make sure they're alright. My friends, what little there are. I maybe a loner but I do value what little social life I have.

Well, getting my degree is getting more and more important with each passing month. I may have been extremely delayed in getting my degree, but I still intend to get it before I go beyond 30. Damn it. I won't fail for this one. Next is going up the corporate ladder. More pay means more opportunities for establishing myself and Mitch. A place to call home. Furnitures. Items for the home. It will be a tough order, but as usual, I'll prevail.

Up Northwards

Booya. After more than 17 years, I was finally able to make the trek to Baguio. I've been itching to do so since last year when I got here to Manila. But it was only this last weekend that I was able to do so. It had to take prodding from a petite lady to make me do so, and gladly, she accompanied me.

I reckon I'd be writing more entries about that one trip but for now, I just want to emphasize how thankful I am. I've been having an overwhelming sense of nostalgia for years now. Ever since my dark years in Davao, I've yearned for the moment when I'd get off the bus and breathe in the cool air of the City of Pines.

I've finally rid myself of that nostalgia. It's gone. I've come full circle and I've made a closure with the happy years of my youth. Those golden years of old are gone and will never return. But at the same time, I know I can make more happy years in the future, hopefully with Mitch besides me. The present is tough, but I'll prove myself tougher as I've always done.