So Eloise cut my hair one random Saturday. She gave me a mohawk and she used scissors. Allow me to emphasize, scissors, and not razors were used. Because of my day job, I have to hide this radical side of me. And it was not as random though. It was one of the first few days of the Aberya shoot. Please support the movie here.
My life’s on a rollercoaster every once in a while, of which I am so grateful for. August 2012 happened so quickly, and yet it was one of the most remarkable and unforgettable times of my life. I went on my first out-of-the-country trip for work, I was part of an awesome indie film, and I am living on my own now.
I haven’t fully adjusted to a daily routine yet, as I’ve only been here for about 2 weeks, and fun and new opportunities always seem to pop up when I least expect it. I’m still working on a routine. For the meantime, it’s been different every day. save for the mornings when I wake up, roll around my bed, Skype, fix breakfast (which mainly consists of coffee, sandwich or oatmeal), shower, do a quick laundry or clean up some areas of the apartment, take out the trash and head for work. I try to get out before 12 so I can grab lunch some place else. I don’t have a refrigerator and a stove yet, so I have never really fixed myself a decent meal since I’ve moved in. Not that I know how to cook though, let alone break an egg.
I am ecstatic when I’m awake, and almost lifeless when I’m asleep. I’ve been getting an hour or two of sleep the past couple of nights. I blame coffee and Skype.
I promised myself I’ll get back to sketching and painting once I get a hang of the routine and living on my own. Can’t wait for it. I always think I need time alone to think and breathe, without even realizing that I am indeed alone, most of the time. But there’s always something to do. Chores never seem to end.
September came. I wasn’t too excited. Actually, I felt sad and melancholic for reasons I don’t know. And right when I was about to breakdown and give up, another opportunity presented itself, and I never really felt alone.
You see, in times of adversity, giving up is the easiest escape route. But it also says a lot about you and your character. I seldom give up, and usually, before I do, I do whatever I can. Sometimes, giving up is not a cowardly reaction. It could also mean that you have come to terms with yourself and you have realized there are other matters, regardless of importance, that you can exert effort on and feel more productive and more effective somehow.
I am alone. But I am not lonely.
Those two have entirely different meanings.