Being 26 year old gay man in Manila is no walk in the park but having friends from all walks of life gave me so much enriching experiences and I don't think I'd want to go back. There's no other way but up.
This new year's coming along with a rocky start. Casualties abroad, friends planning (and actualizing) "migration" to greener pastuers, countless credit card bills, good hair days, better skin, and fab purchases. God, how shallow of me.
It seems that not a lot of excitement is actually happening in my life. After that tremendous 2004, comes a ho-hum 2005. Well, maybe, that just might change any second. I also have goals this year I just don't know what they are. I'm kidding. This just might be a good time to lay them out so I won't forget them. Maybe even have a portion on my side nav bar to monitor my progress. Hahahaha:
Plan A: Pay fucking bills!!!
- AMEX - 15K
- HSBC - 20K
- AIG - 30K
- CITIBANK - uhm... hmmm... 60K?
- Globe - 10K
- my mom - 8K
that equals... hmmm... lemme add that again... HOLY FUCK!!! Is this for real?!?!?!?! How did that happen? OK, I don't even want to post the sum of my credit. I'm sure people would have an easy time adding that up.
Plan B: Find sources of income... yeah right!
- Sell flight miles. I still have 70K miles from Northwest. Maybe someone who's interested in a cheaper round trip ticket fare to anywhere in the world might be interested. Hehehe. Just give me a holler
- Sell stocks. I know I still have them somewhere.
- Find hidden bank book kept when you started working and never touched for 6 years. After turning entire room inside out, you'll realize, you never did have a bank book hidden and that was just a previous "plan" that never materialized.
- Beg. Uhm not an option.
- Sell clothes. Hmmm... not an option
- Do gigs. Now that's an option. I'll do more gigs with friends when opportunities arise.
- Get gigs for my friends and get commission. Not a bad idea.
Plan C: Save up for (near) future. This translates to I wanna go to Boracay by summer this year. Oh no, I forgot my pledge to never go back to that amazing island until I lose my nasty looking gut. Therefore...
Plan D: Lose gut. Gym four times a week. (The possibility of this happening... 0 to none) Ok ok... three times a week. That's more feasible, right?
I'm getting a headache right about now. I'll just lie my head down my table and relax my eyes. Man that was tiring.
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