27 May 2017
It has been some time since I last posted here. So many things have happened, but I am still here and living. However, there is something I have to admit. It takes some courage—but it needs to be said. I will not mince words.
I HAVE OFFICIALLY FALLEN ON HARD TIMES.
You read that right. I am not joking. It is a laughable thing, yes – and I cannot blame you for it. Whoever thought that this “high-rolling” blogger would end up living on welfare and planning to apply for loans. I am fully aware that the millennials are laughing at tragedies like mine, and I have expected them to do so. You can laugh today from your ivory towers, but the real world will give you a wake-up call in time.
But some might ask: how did that happen, and what were the circumstances that led to a Chapter 13 bankruptcy?
Partly, it was my fault for not keeping track of finances.
Partly, it was my mother’s untimely cancer diagnosis.
Partly, it was because of a trip to Singapore and the costs it entails—from the ticket, lodging, pocket money, even the passport renewal.
Partly, it was because of my decision to park at Eastwood on a daily basis to avoid the Cubao area—mainly for convenience.
Partly, it was because of a stupid tax discrepancy amounting to more than P12,000 carried over from my previous job.
Now, I know how it feels to scrape the bottom of the barrel just to get by every single day.
But before you insist that I do something, I am doing something about my predicament. Whether it is tightening my belt or scrimping on other things to make my money last, I am doing what I can to make ends meet. However, the biggest blow usually comes from fuel expenses and parking. Filling up on petrol and paying the parking fees here is not a joke.
I cannot count the instances where the temptation to find an easy way out has set in. It is far too easy to say fuck it, I’m done with life than face everything head on. You millennials think that the problems you rant about are difficult? Wait until the real world rears its head!
The mere fact that you can still read this blog is enough of a testament to prove that I am still here, soldiering on with life and all its burdens.
ALL THINGS MUST PASS.
My mother will be cured of her cancer.
I will pay off that goddamned tax discrepancy.
We will accomplish that Singapore trip with no hitches.
Most of all, I’ll get back on track.
I just think of it that way. Besides, I believe God didn’t shortchange man with the means to solve his problems. It’s just a matter of figuring everything out.
Wish me luck.
(EDIT: And oh, to Whitey and any other gaijin / gwailo. If you’re reading this, do me a favor and fuck off. Please.)