What is it about revolutions around the sun that triggers strange sentimentality in people?
I’ve been a cynic my entire life that for so long, temporal markers have done nothing to me and my jaded butt. Why care about resolutions, anniversaries, and even birthdays when everything is doomed to end anyway? I think the great absurdists of my time had a point when they asked, “ano pang point?”
But when the calendars changed about a month ago, I realized that maybe this “why bother” attitude is an entire demon on its own. Mary Oliver (bless her soul 😢) was right: darkness, too, can be a gift.
Four bottles of beer, and I woke up with a hangover.
I could picture my 20-year old self shaking her head in disappointment. Naikot natin ang mga inuman sa KNL, mars, tapos sumuko ka sa apat? Well. People grow old, Young Me, and newsflash: you are now officially in your late twenties.
I longed for this. The growing old, the entire jig about being an adult. The sage advice has always been to live in the present — carpe diem — but I was never one to listen. I wanted to grow old and now here we are. I am past the phase of trying new things for the heck of it, of making mistakes just because I can. Decisions, I learned, weigh heavier when you’re old.
Gotta get ’em As. Study the materials discussed everyday. Solve problems, problems, and more problems. Don’t let a day pass without understanding a lesson.
Spend less. Don’t drive to school; just take the bus. Bring own baon. If possible, bring own coffee too. SkyFlakes is love, SkyFlakes is life.
Brush teeth before bed. Floss if not too tiredevery night as often as possible. Wash face everyday. Use toner. Use Carmex. Don’t forget to moisturize. Put on lotion after bathing. ‘Di baleng haggard basta maganda ang kutis.
Stay fit. Work out at least once a week. Try something new, like running. Or boxing. Or pole dancing (hehe).