Whatever it is that's happening in my life now (Year Twenty Three, ehem) is so far from how I imagined it to be.

I've always dreamed of going to boarding school since the day I discovered that the world is not flat, and that it extends farther than the four corners of my room. Always wanted to drive myself to school/work without being too dependent on my brothers, who are deprived of choice when it comes to Daddy's spoiled little girl. Always dreamed of independence, of having TO TRY to cook my own food (I'd welcome instant noodles and canned sardines anytime), and of having TO PAY for my own laundry (because I won't be able to do them myself hehe). All these were but dreams. Plans that didn't materialize because I wasn't ready yet (or my parents didn't think I was, that's more like it! haha). Or maybe because I was too spoiled a brat, or too much of a weakling that I needed brothers to drive for me, or my Mom to cook for me, or my Dad to decide who (and when) I am to date or not (oh yeah. haha). Then again, maybe I strived too hard to get out of my cage when my wings were still not strong enough to take me to places. The answer has always been NO.

Until I stopped thinking too much about it and working too hard to get what I want. Suddenly, the idea presented itself at a time I didn't think I needed it so badly. So before I get too dramatic about the BIG NEWS I was talking about in my previous post (which ain't that big anyway since it happens to normal people all the time), my parents finally allowed me to move to Ortigas on weekdays and share an apartment with Ate Normi (along with three other lovely, lovely ladies). It was a surprise, I have to admit. Daddy and I discussed about it just last Friday, and before I knew it, I was already packing my stuff Sunday night. Freedom, you say? Independence? That's one way to look at it. :p

Dad, however, wants to think of it as "OJT". A trial period of sorts. I guess that's one of the reasons why he (and Mom) finally raised the white flag and found peace in deciding that moving to Ortigas (closer to work) is the most reasonable option for me at the moment. While the move would cost me monthly rent of a few thousand bucks (at least that's far better than paying for gas, which is double the cost) plus Meralco and Nawasa bills, sharing an apartment with boardinghouse-veterans gives me FREE training in stuff I didn't get to learn at home because life was made too comfortable for me. Like washing the dishes, and keeping my room clean, and checking if the doors are locked, and well, you get the drift. I was assigned to wash the dishes last night, by the way. And while I don't really LIKE washing plates, forks and pans, I LOVE the idea that I'm actually doing it. :)

So there goes the BIG news. Mommy and Daddy's little girlie is now exploring, not only the streets, shortcuts and turo-turos of Ortigas, but the simple joys, the complexities, the occasional homesickness, and the wonders of week-long independence as well. But of course you can still find me in Caloocan on weekends. After almost a week in Ortigas, I'm starting to miss my messy room in the lalaland of mustached-smileys. It's good to be missing Caloocan, for a change.

Wanna take a peek at PINKerland? I tell you, it's sooo pink I was forced to buy pink bedsheets and pillow cases. Say, if I change my blog layout anytime soon, it's only because I got sick of seeing too much pink. :P

We are soooo gay. :P.

I love my roommates. I love that I open my eyes in the morning and see PINK. I love that I can wake up at 5:15 am and still get to work on time. I love that I can render extra hours at work and not worry about the traffic and the long trip home. I love that we don't have a computer (yet) in the apartment, I get more time to rest and do other non-techie things.

So hey, I said this to some of you already but I'm saying it again. I know I'm not good at dealing with change, but I'm embracing this particular change with arms (and eyes) wide open. This month is going to be a whole month of adjustments so if you have time, say a little prayer for this giddy Ortigas girl, wil ya? Thanks. :)