Life Update: The Adult Life

I'm 20 years old and I'm living the adult life.

Five months ago, since it would take 2 hours to get to work everyday, I moved to Makati Ave. at a condominium with my two cousins. I've been a dormer during college for almost 3 years, but this time, it was different. 

I now have to buy my own food with my own money, pay for the electric bill that's more expensive than my Dad's 3-day worth of gas fuel, do the laundry (more like pay for the laundry), iron my clothes, do the groceries, clean the house and all those adult shizz. In my first few weeks of living  on my own, Paramore's song 'Ain't it Fun' became so fitting, because heck noooo it wasn't fun living in the real world.

I remember itching to grow up and live the independent life when I was 13 years old or so. I've always wanted to go home to my own place after a long day from work, make my dinner and go on a night out with friends. Well, that's my current situation. I go home from a loooooooooong day of work, buy fast food, buy more sinful food and go to sleep. It wasn't as fun as I thought it would be.

Living away from home put me off of my comfort zone. Mommy would no longer wake me up and cook me breakfast every morning. Daddy would no longer drive me to school. Ate Vicky would no longer do my laundry, iron my clothes and clean my room. NOW, I wake up by the buzzing sound of my alarm, go on the battle of commuting along Makati, buy unhealthy breakfast from 7 11. When I get home, I had to fulfill our household duties.. take out the trash, clean the bathroom, do the dishes, iron my clothes. *sigh*

Well, what can you do... it's part of growing up!

Rach Rover: Tindog Tacloban!

Two years ago, city of Tacloban has been all over the news as it cried for help when typhoon Yolanda almost erased the city from the map. When my team and I were tasked to go to Tacloban to cover one of our client's expo and gather content for our online platform, all I was thinking was "Yolanda, Yolanda, Yolanda." By the time we landed, I barely saw traces of Mrs. Yolanda. The city's recovery was inevitable. Establishments and houses were rebuilt, were back to business, up and running, and living up to #TindogTacloban!

Life Update: The so-called Real World

After 5 months of hiatus... guess who's back back back again! As predicted 5 months ago, I'd be taking a break on writing on this blog. During those the months the you saw no trace from me, I was itching to write my thoughts on this blog like I always do but I just couldn't find time. So to fill you in with what's up with my life right now, here it is...

On the 3rd week of January, I finally got a job at a marketing communications company, GeiserMaclang Marketing Communications, Inc., as a Project Coordinator under the Nuclear (Project Management) Department. On my first few days of my job, it never felt like I was tiptoeing as a new employee, instead I was in an instant put on the battlefield. Everything was fast-paced, everyone expected you to be great, and every single second shall never be wasted. I got to do tasks I didn't learn in college. I got to meet people who are way up there. And I got scolded not by my Mom. The way I describe it, you may think my job was horrifying.. Well, at first I thought it was, but in the long run, it taught me how to manage myself with dealing with people, how to finish tasks efficiently, how to think one step ahead, how to be faster than a lightning bolt, how to take rejections professionally and how to stand firm in the battles everyday brings. 

Woah OK, too deep, too deep. Along with all those learnings, I got to meet and be friends with different kinds of people. There were bourgeois, jologs, pa-cool, legit na propesyonal, di ma-reach, chill lang and various types of gender preferences. Heeheee.

I'm in my 5th month in this job and... hmmm let's see. Let's see.  

13 Time's A Charm

I'm finally writing this blog and that could only mean one thing, I got a job. Shocker. After rambling over and over in this blog about my unemployed diaries, I finally caught the rarest fish in the sea. I've been a bum for as long as I could remember. I spent my parents' money to go places just so I could take my mind off the post college depression. I went through interviews that I couldn't count in my hands and toes. I get lost in the course of the search for every building every freakin' time. I heard gazillion "We'll just get back to you". It was pretty depressing. I started to wonder what was wrong with me. 

Since after the day I graduated, I've felt incomplete (waw). The society and my subconscious tells me that in order to feel worthy, I have to get a job related to what I studied for overpriced education of 4 years. After serving for a youth camp in Visayas, I tried to make my way in "the real world". I took my chances in every company that suits to my degree. I sent applications to every publishing, PR and Advertising companies I know. I had to conceal my probinsyana aura everytime I hop on that Cubao route bus. I would get lost in my feet as I wander around the streets of Taguig, Ortigas and Makati. I would let taxi drivers make me pay them double the taxi fare. At the end of the day, a burning hope lives in me as I embark on another 2-hour ride back home.

Mind you, I went through that 13 times! Everytime I'd count the number of companies that gave me false hopes, it makes me feel sick. Grabe! Ano bang mali sa 'kin? Ano ba kasing kailangan nyo? I feel like I've wasted so much time and my parents' money for nothing. It's as if I'm an aspiring celebrity who goes to every auditions and never got the break. It was horrifying!

I gave myself a hard time during those months. Some people thinks I'm taking that time to travel and live up to YOLO. But little did they know I felt so ashamed and inferior. Everyone's life is moving on except mine. I'm still stuck at 19 and unemployed. I spent those time worrying about my future. I was afraid that I wouldn't stick to my goal and re-route my life to something I did not plan.

But then I thought why am I taking so much time working on my plan, well in fact God made plans ahead of me. The struggle I went through is just the part of the story. It doesn't define who I am, maybe I just worry too much about what other people think of me. I thought maybe the road I'm taking isn't the right direction. I might need GPS after all... God's Plan Starter plack (oh di ba nai-push ko pa yun). I thought maybe He's leading me to something grand or He just wants me to live in the moment and have the best of time while I'm still young.

Now, as I write this blog, I have a job waiting for me.

As the year kicks off, a new chapter of my life is about to unfold. Drastic changes will be anticipated. Emotions will pour out. You might witness some of my woes in this blog... or not. Maybe I'll put this blog on hiatus... or not. Dunno. But looking back on what I went through before I came about to where I am right now is just errrrr! But I did not regret any second of it. I'm glad I had those experiences and rejections. At least I've got some story to tell, a story that's 9 months in the making. I could've given birth over those months. Woah.

So if you who's reading this right now questions why your plan isn't working out yet, I advise to not take eternity to craft your plan. Let God work your way into it. Trust Him wholly. We'll never know what the future holds. That's why I hate when someone asks me "What do you think you'll be doing 5 years from now?" Because hey, I don't even know what I'll do tomorrow. Only He knows. Don't be too hard on yourself. Stop worrying! It'll give you wrinkles. Your life is in perfect hands, I tell you. The steering wheel is His, and we're just a passenger waiting to get to our destination.

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