Last Saturday was Free Comic Book Day. Spikey and I thought we got to Comic Odyssey Robinson’s Galleria early, but noooo. Right when the mall opened, there was already a line of people waiting to get their hands on free comics!
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It’s been a while since I last drew anything for myself.
I live in a hardcore Catholic country full of conformists. A place where older people look down on you for having tattoos or a different colored hair.
As a person representing the niche of people who defy the uniform that is black hair, I’d just like to say that having hair like this does not make me any less of the good person that I believe I am. I like that this is my main accessory to my very neutral palette of a fashion style.
Older people will find it difficult to understand that there is no reason for my shunning black hair, except that I just really want it colored.
If people will talk behind my back that I look ugly, I don’t really care. Ultimately, I love it and I’ll never revert except when I get tired of it. If other people are ashamed to be seen with me, I really think that it’s really not worth the effort to try and win back their trust because the whole situation is very shallow.
So there. I don’t give a rat’s ass if people talk about my hair negatively. I love my hair as it is.
I want to be more than just a person thriving with a desk job. But right now, I’m trying to figure out what “more” I want to be, I want to have.
How do I get from point A to point B?
I wish life came with a basic blueprint, where everything is already there. With a number of options you can easily take whenever you have moments like this wherein you assess the overall fullness of your life.
I wonder how people find their life paths. How they know exactly what they want to do for the rest of their lives, and know what steps they have to take to achieve it.
I envy people who are risk-takers — those who throw away their life of convenience to get what they really want. You know, the ones who stick it to The Man. The gutsy ones.
But as you can see, I’m not one of those gutsy ones. At least, not for the meantime. I’m the one who gets jealous because I don’t know what to do with my life. I’m the one trying to figure out how to achieve what Maslow tells us “self-actualization”.
Right now, I’m just someone who’s having a premature quarter life crisis at 22.
Mom: “Pakikuha yung olive oil.”
Me: (at the pantry) “Saan po dito?”
Mom: “Sa may mga oil.”
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