It’s howling outside, strong winds are pressing against the window panes. It’s typhoon season already in the Philippines, and the official end of summer. Come to think of it, I spent 60 days in the beach this year, and it’s only the middle of the year, does that make me an escapist? I could not say I am a beach bum, I do go to the beach but rarely take a dip, what is it with saltwater that attracts people. My hypothesis is that water do make people horny, as long as there is a body of water nearby, and half-naked bodies, something is bound to happen. Maybe it’s just me, but ever since I was young, I equate out-of-town trips as a chance to do some mischiefs.
I did remember that my first time to travel by myself was when I was seven. It was a 60 kilometer-trip from Manila to Pampanga. Any parent would not imagine seeing their offsprings to be traveling alone, but I guess I had a different set of parents. My father just boarded me on the bus, asked me if I do know the way to my grandmother’s house, and I dutifully said yes. EDSA then was a tree-laden, 2-lane thoroughfare, not flyovers and MRT, and the only tunnels were EDSA Crossing and EDSA Cubao. After 2 hours on the road, I was in Pampanga.
When I was 6, I started opening up a small business selling pansit and sago during summer. When I was 8, I started doing the chore of going to the market and buy supplies for the house. By 9, I was already buying my own clothes. By 10, I already bought my own watch. Before I turned 13, I was able to have the kitchen renovated as well as the restroom, with my own savings. My mother was so amazed how could a teener have so much money, well, thanks to her, I was the best thief, even Marcos would not be able to hold a candle. Imelda Marcos was my role model, I will steal to make things beautiful. I hate seeing ugly things, and with my inborn creativity, I will make something out of nothing.
By 15, I was already going out every night to places not frequented by decent people. By 16, I was already a fixture in Cineplex cruising and getting laid. By 17, I had my first encounter with a sexually-transmitted disease. By 18, I was already a jaded person.
By the time I finished college, I had 3 jobs already, doing fastfood chains, which was really cool then, and a clothing store whose plans were to hire goodlooking students (ahem! ahem!) that would serve as the brand’s ambassadors in their respective schools as well as to attract walk-in clients. I bought shares in that store, and unfortunately, it was a mismanaged venture so the CEO ran away with the money.
Now that I am turning 33, I have had 15 employers already, almost done with my masteral, been stabbed 7 times, suffered from strepcocci virus, traveled almost every year to never-heard places. The span of my stay in jobs varies from 1 year to 1 week. Either I get so sick working or the itch to take a vacation presides. Most of them say that I am a perfectionist and hard to work with. Well, who invented mediocrity and most likely, I will advise them to hire that person. If you were raised to be a street smart ass, the possibility of accepting stupidity. I just decided that it is about time to get down to business, so I decided to take charge. I just bought my 2nd house in the span of 10 years, the 1st one I don't know what happened to it. I have already encashed my stock options in a Fortune 500 company and spent all of it in a span of 120 days. I am so broke now that I could not even buy that Prada and Paul Smith bags that I lust about even they are on sale. I am just hoping that the Lord will give me a windfall to settle all my finances.
By the way, I had my first sex when I was 6, and it was with an older boy…and it didn’t happen in an out-of-town trip, it was in our backyard.
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