BECAUSE I SHOULD BE WATCHING SHERLOCK RIGHT NOW BUT MY DOWNLOAD IS TAKING THREE ETERNITIES AND FIVE LIFETIMES

Just how brilliant is the Sherlock series by BBC? The best of television right here. That year and a half of waiting for another three measly episodes was so worth it. Benedict Cumberbatch is going to get a BAFTA this time. And again, Martin Freeman. I am eternally grateful to writers Steven Mofatt and Mark Gatiss. So much amazing solid writing. Gaaahhh I don’t think my heart can take The Reichenbach Fall though.

Series Three. My life needs a Series Three. 

Anyway.

How was your 2011? Mine went something vaguely like “The days were long, but the year was short” and “the bittersweet realization of learning things you’ve always known”. For instance,

I hardly had the time to ogle at things in spacious hallways. Managed to catch the Picasso Suite Vollard etchings at the Met though because one never passes the opportunity to see Picasso. Also caught up with the Myth of the Human Body exhibit before their run ends this February. We are all but meat and bones, I always thought so.

 

 

 

 

I know I always say how the world is the smallest thing but apparently, my life is even the smallest of the small. I didn’t travel as much as I wanted last year and came up with a bajillion of excuses to show for it – I’m too broke, too busy, too picky. My adventure, it is still out there.

Still. I am happy I managed to squeeze in something in-between. I accompanied my Mom to Manaoag, Pangasinan on a Palm Sunday. Clearly, I believe in my Mother. Faith is a funny thing.

There was the customary summer beach thing at Subic and after that, whatever travelling I did last year had to do with school and work. I dropped by Sta. Maria, Laguna; Pulilan, Bulacan; and San Fernando, La Union. Halothar, mandatory photo-ops. Insert government official and munisipyo background. It was very informative, I must admit. One sees the gaping difference between first-class and third-class municipalities. I’m stopping myself here before I go into full MPA mode. Aha, but I also got to go to Thunderbird Poro Point and hung out at my classmate’s beach house in La Union. For free heeheehee. Thank you, classmate-who-refuses-to-be-named. Your beachfront digs is of UZ quality. I also went to the Bataan Special Economic Zone in Morong for work. Three days with almost strangers. While the place was a pleasant return to nature, the trip itself was interestingly boring.

I’m consoling myself with the idea that I at least went somewhere last year apart from Gateway mall wahaha. You always learn something when you leave your daily confines and the most glaring lesson for me, thus far, is this: Ang jumpshot, walang pinipiling edad.

Ouch. Failure. I also tried out for a post which I failed spectacularly at achieving. I can rant how it was so difficult to get into anyway but the sad truth is that I didn’t work hard enough. Hell, I thought I could get in by winging it – which is what I do, really, 80% of the time. This clearly fell into the 20% category hahaha. I needed the reminder. You know how you realize you actually want something so bad because you can’t get it? I know that brings me ten points down the maturity ladder but…challenge accepted! I refuse to wallow in failure too much because how does it go? “That way leads to depression…and insecurity can go hang itself.” I shall try again. What are tomorrows for if not the second chance to swing at life.

Hindi ako masyadong nag-enjoy sa paggawa ng collage wahaha

But last year had been a good year for screaming too. Vented out my frustration where I can air out my lungs and not receive kreykrey looks. Totally legit spazzing.

 

SuperShow3 can only be appropriately described as HNNNNGGGG KADJASKJFAKDFJA and then there’s this gig with two kids from SS5O1. I didn’t know them but Frances (Thanks ) had  free tickets for 5k seats oyea. I won a signed poster and I gave it to my then-boss Ingrid who was way up front in the VIP area. The fandom does not discriminate with age nyahaha.  Also saw 2NE1 which, while they were amazing as usual, was a total rip-off. It ended up being a concert for everything opening act imaginable.

 

Ooooh also went to the Incubus concert with two of my gig friends. We frequented anything concert-y back in College and what can be more apt than to hang out again with Brandon Boyd crooning I miss you. Seriously, how can Brandon Boyd not age at all? He is as hot as I remember him from high school. Then AC (whoop thanks thanks ) scored some VVIP tickets for the MTV Exit concert and I learned how the VVIP rolls. They get a free drink, a raincoat and a shirt. Apparently this is what my GenAd ass has been missing all this time.  Saw Jay Park (Abandonnnneeedddd), Internet action star Ramon Bautista and Jason Mraz. His concert was scheduled the next day and he found out about the MTV concert against human trafficking and felt the need to drop by and say something. I used to say that I’m Yours has been replayed enough to make my ears bleed and that if I hear people singing it again I am going to pull their larynxes out but I’m making an exception. Mraz can sing it live in front of me anytime. That concert reminded me of College, too, I guess. Itchyworms belted out Akin Ka Na Lang and Pupil sang Alapaap. Worth the night.

 

 

 

 

 

I swear I’m losing hair over these INCs. First Sem 2011 bombed in my face. I see the pile of shiz I have to do and I can’t bring myself to it. Aaaaarghhh. I also can’t remember the countless times I’ve been sick last year. I am a a pile of sniveling mess when I am sick. I fret about mortality, cry I’m gonna dieeeee then think about all the things I haven’t done yet. Plus my compulsive desire to Google the lightest of symptoms does not offer any help at all. I end up having cancer or a bad case of lycanthropy.

 

From the tenth floor

I also started a new job last year. I wouldn’t call it better (or worse for that matter) than my old job just that it’s…different. I feel glad I made the choice to move though. It was hard to let go of the scarily comfortable job I had and just gamble on myself. But now that I found out how easy it is to do I realize I can do it again. Anytime. Comfort is good but that should never be the only reason why you’re sticking up for what you do.

 

My first day at the new job was the agency’s annual SportsFest. So much awkward in that day I don’t even. The job itself, so far, both disheartens and enlightens. It merits a blog rant of its own.

 

Balloons from the office

Last year also marked my goodbye to whatever rightful claims I had when whining anything Quarter Life Crisis. I entered my late 20s *CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE* coming to terms with my age (like maybe I should stop answering I’m 19…85 to people who ask how old I am) and the realization that there is no better time than now. It’s scary but it finally dawned on me that whatever I decide today might impact the next two decades. Did I mention I got insurance and a housing loan last year? Harharhar what is mortgage. It’s like finally embracing the adult world of obligations and predictable bills.

 

The sun. After a particularly crappy rainy day.

Wow did I just bore you or what. This was supposed to be my mandatory New Year post but it turned out to be my unavoidable New Year rant. To anyone who cares, I’m sorry if I haven’t written as often as I spam on Twitter wahaha. Happy New Year, my wonderful readers! Yes even you, who chanced it via some obscure term you Googled (I got my 2011 WordPress stat report so). I hope we all live like the apocalypse is hanging right above our heads but also know that it is perfectly alright to go beyond today and expect the best for tomorrow. It is funner here, after all.

 

To quote Michael Stipe, it’s the end of the world as we know it.

 

And I feel fine.