move, bitch!

That's it. I've decided I'll be taking that deluxe penthouse offer at kingswood rather than the cheaper regular room. It's a big risk since most of my salary would go to the rent but I'll take the chance. If I'm gonna starve, i might as well starve in an air-conditioned room with WiFi and cable TV. It's gonna be my only luxury while living in Makati, that's for sure.

It's gonna be a whole new life for me there. My parents won't be there to save my ass if I mess up, for one. For the first time, I'll really be living on my own, set adrift so to speak. The thought sends shivers of terror and excitement down my spine.


I'm gonna make it. I just know I'm gonna make it there. God help me, I can't wait to start working. Those hoity-toity people might look down on my job, but fuck them. I'm gonna make the best of it. It's a promise to myself: PLAY HARD, WORK EVEN HARDER. Right now the condo constitutes the play part, my job the work part. go figure.