Write now
When I got my first job after college, I swore to myself I would never be one of those people who would use the excuse "Wala akong oras eh" to beg off from meeting friends, from attending to important life priorities, or heaven forbid, from writing.
I'm turning 25 next week and guess what I've become. Yuccch.
I really, really should write more. This dying blog has been updated as intermittently as Manny Pacquiao's congressional attendance record.
Maybe I've been legitimately busy--maybe life five years ago was just genuinely easier today. I dunno. At any rate, I'm feeling disappointed, if not insecure, with myself over a lot of things as I approach the 25th year of my life. So many questions, so many questions.
I'm turning 25 next week and guess what I've become. Yuccch.
I really, really should write more. This dying blog has been updated as intermittently as Manny Pacquiao's congressional attendance record.
Maybe I've been legitimately busy--maybe life five years ago was just genuinely easier today. I dunno. At any rate, I'm feeling disappointed, if not insecure, with myself over a lot of things as I approach the 25th year of my life. So many questions, so many questions.