Sonata

 It's no news to you all on how I openly talk about my tragic life here. And guess what, nothing has changed. I'm still in deep shit, struggling with all that I have left to live another day. Browsing social media made me want to throw up more. Seeing all my friends happily trotting away to their perfect lives, having those cute little monsters they call children, moving cities and countries and just winning in life. I wonder how it feels like, to be winning...for once.

When you're close to the edge, who do you turn to? Surprise, everyone's got a life to live. No one shows up. And you forgot that you gradually eliminated all those so-called friends who were never there when no beers are involved. You've shut yourself to just a handful of people you only get to see once or twice a year. That's not too bad, or is it?

More often than sometimes, I catch myself inside my bathroom imagining dark scenarios in my head. I often think about what people would say to me when I'm lying peacefully in my casket. I want to hear if my presence really ever mattered at all, or if there was really something good about me all this time. I never felt wanted, needed yeah whatever. But I always thought about if ever I was  somebody's first choice, or am I always the option? 

Life went downhill when I turned 30. It peaked for a few years then the slope just went to a perfect angle. Hating my life is an understatement. It now has come to a point where I think all of this is a big fat joke. I keep on waitin for someone to just leap infront of me and shout Bazinga. But it never happens. 

Maybe this is just my life. Maybe it was meant to be this grand waste of time. Until my next entry, if I'm still here. Hope we all have a blast.

WEEKENDS AT 30

        It's been a rough week, right? Now we're all looking forward to the sunny (rowdy?) weekend ahead. Some of us are only living for that, sadly. At 30s, you think you have it all figured out, but only one call from  a friend asking to meet up for drinks is all it takes to become a complete clueless mess.

 Back on our roaring twenties, this is a no brainer. Friday through Saturday nights are the best days of our lives, and sometimes even Sunday afternoons. We'll only slow down on Sunday evenings, when the grim realization that Monday is inevitable has already started creeping up. 

But now at your calmer 30s, what do people your age usually do during weekends? After a lot of observation and painful personal experience, here's what I've got:

1.) They prefer to stay at home. No shit Sherlock. People in their 30s are always tired or sick. So staying at home never sounded any better.

2.) When they go out, it's usually just at some friend's house. They prefer to hang out inside the house still, just not their own house. Well on the brighter side, some of their friends are already moving to new houses, so it's always nice to pay a visit now and then.

3.) When they go out, they prefer open spaces like rooftop bars or open air bars. It's nice to actually be able to have a conversation while gettin' fucked up. Indoor clubs can't provide you any of that.

4.) When they go clubbing, it's usually out of town like music festivals, annual holiday raves, etc. If you're already married, clubbing in the metro is no more fun. It's nice to really dance and get messed up on a nice beach somewhere with your long-time friends, compared to throwing up on a puke/piss-filled toilet on your local pub.

5.) Travel has become therapy and a luxury. Whether it's a financial or an existential crisis, most of them crave to get away every time bad luck comes knocking. But oftentimes, they can't just go. Work, family, kids and other adult commitments makes it almost impossible to be away even for a day. Planning usually takes months only to end up not going. 

6.) Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Those non-alcoholic friends of mine look forward to trying all the new cafés weekly. It has become their salvation.

7.) Groceries. What's more therapeutic than having to walk on different aisles of soaps and detergents on a rainy weekend?

8.) Laundry and cleaning day. Don't be surprised to see a lot of us hanging out at the laundry shop with our phones or even laptop all day. This is the only time we have actual time and will to do these things.

9.) Sleeping in. They are just too tired of their lives and angry at the world that sleep outshines everything else.

10.) Nothing. Sometimes they want to do this and do that. But there's no one available, or they're broke. Or they simply don't know what they want, and that's okay. We're just big clueless kids who have jobs to pay bills after all. 

 

Can you relate?

17 going on 30. Which one is better?

17 going on 30. Which one is better?

Quiet sunsets, books sprawled all over the bed, afternoon teledramas ringing on the background, and the continuous beeping of your cellphone from your poorly named group chat. That's how most of my summer was spent over a decade ago. Everything was calm, no fuss, and we're all just waiting on what the world has in store for us.

Occasional beer drinking spree, out of town travels, random catch-up with friends, continuous flow of bills left and right, own cars and houses, regular attendance on baptisms and 1st birthdays, work bullshits, occasional trips to the doctor for pain checks here and there-- that's how I spend most of my days now.

So the real question is: which one is better?

You can't really compare because those are two different eras, different goals, different perspective, but you can't deny the fact that there are certain good and bad times for both.

Thirteen sunny years ago, all I had to think about were my dreams after finishing off college, how badly I wanted to land my first job and progress to the Andy version of myself in The Devil wears Prada. I just couldn't wait to be the girl-boss that I aspire to be, and to be able to treat my friends and families using my own hard-earned cash. I was full of hope and angst and energy that things will eventually go according to plan and that I will crush it. That was where my problems all began, too much hope and optimism. Lol.

18-year-old me feeling all grown up and bougie

Post graduation, I was a hot drunken mess. I couldn't for the life of me land a single frickin' job. I had good academic records, and I was pretty back then (too much hope and optimism). Furthermore, I nailed every interview, or so I felt. But I never got the call. I drank myself til' I landed a mediocre job that I hated every minute of. I think that's the second phase of my life spiraling downwards to nothingness.

I became the typical office lady, all lipstick and dead inside. 

It only took me six months to realize I wasn't fit to sit my life away in a cube 10 hours a day. So I quit and started my own travel agency business at 24. I was smitten over by the thought that I could earn and not put up with a shitty boss, plus I could travel. I was always amazed by traveling, maybe because that is the only way I can escape my average existence here in the city.

The business had a good run for three years before my partner and I decided to start up a new business, a bar. That's the only other thing we knew to enjoy, drinking. The other one is traveling. 

Four years, lots of tears and a pandemic later, that too also closed down, and I'm now working remote. Things are a lot quieter now. Most of my friends have already succumbed to parenthood. I now look forward to weekends, hoping to see a single soul other than my husband.  I developed a new love for surfing and beach trips with a few close people now and then has become my salvation. I accepted growth, and I'm still taking my sweet time before eventually caving in to having kids. 

I'm not going to lie, I sometimes miss those sunny days thirteen years ago, where a lot of people surrounded me, and everything was a nice blur filled with alcohol for days and days. I loved the simplicity of it all. But I also have grown to love the freedom of having money that my 30-year-old self is providing me. I can go wherever I want and buy the things that my 17-year-old self will cry in bed for. So all in all, nothing is better. It's a colorful combination of the good and bad, some things you wish you had done better and some things you wish you have never done. But everything that happened all comes down to who you are now. It's a part of who I am. It just adds to how you define yourself in the present. I loved the dumb risk-taker I was before, and I also love the goal-oriented angry person that I am now, haha.

What about you?

30-year-old me enjoying the sunshine (and beer)

LaBoracay or LaBoraNYAY? DAY 1 #TAGALIZED

Well, so eto na ang hubad na katotohanan, sa lahat ng nagtatanong kung mga anak ba kami ng Diyos at taon taon nalang nandito kami sa Boracay lalo na pag Laboracay haha, pwes surprise, oo. LMAO Anak ng Diyos ng diskarte at pakikipagtawaran. Hahaha.

Hindi po kami mayaman, sa katanuyan ay nagbabarko lang kami papuntang Boracay lalo na pag LaBO, dahil namamayagpag ang presyo ng mga airlines. Ngayon, ikukwento ko step by step kung pano kami sumosocial climb pa Bora tuwing Labor day para maging inspirasyon sa mga kapwa namin mga pusang gala. :D

NOTE: Wag gagayahin kung a.) maarte b.) mainipin c.) maraming dada at maraming pera (mag eroplano ka nalang), pero note ulit, gagastos ka pa din ng malaki all in all pero hindi kasing laki pag sinama mo airfare sa expenses.

So here it goes:

Usually mga April 28 kami naalis ng Manila dahil ang start ng bayuhan galore sa LaBoracay from April 29-May 1. Pero kung marami ka namang baong biyaya kahit mga April 27 palang e gumora na kayo. This year (2017), tumapat sa holiday ang April 28, 2017 dahil sa ASEAN, kaya long weekend ang mga tita mo. Maganda para sa mga hindi nanaman lilipad o tatawid ng karagatan, pangit para sa mga katulad namin rarampa sa malayong isla. Haha.


Day 1 (APRIL 28, 2017)

9:00am- Call time, nakakasakyan kami kaya dadaanan namin ang mga OTW (cavite kami lahat)
9:30am- GORA na papunta sa Batangas Port via MCX-SLEX-STAR TOLL (sa slex pa lang traffic na huhu)
1:00pm- Arrive in Batangas Port, secure parking for car for 5 days, hanggang May 2 kami rarampa mga bes (fees below), buy ferry tickets to Calapan, Mindoro, preferably FAST CAT dahil eto ang me pinakaamyos na vessel (for us)

Balyahan sa Batangas Port palang

NOTE: Since hindi kami prepared nanaman, hindi kami nakapg book ahead of time ng FAST CAT, at pag dating namin doon ay fully-booked na at ang next alis pa ay 6PM (aguy), kelangan masunod ang schedule, so bute nalang may aalis ng 1:50pm via Ocean Jet (P250/pax for aircon) . For online reservations sa Fast Cat, please click here.

NOTE 2: Meron din direct Batangas- Caticlan via 2go pero naubusan na kami ng Cabin for 6 kaya nag cutting trip nalang kami pa Caticlan. For more details regarding 2go you can check them here.

Party Party sa Batangas Port
Are you readehhh?

2:00pm- Ferry departed to Calapan Mindoro
3:30pm-  Arrival at Calapan, Mindoro. Now pag dating niyo dito sasakay kayo ng van. And please take note, only the van na papuntang BULALACAO ang sasakyan niyo, kasi nandoon ang FAST CAT ferry bound to Caticlan, which leaves every 10pm and 3am sa gabi.

Dahil 4-5 hours ang biyahe, at minsan malas ka pa sa driver mo na kala mo nangangampanya kung tigilan lahat ng kapitbahay niya, mga around 8pm ka na makakarating sa Bulalacao. Which for us is very risky lalo na super holiday, iniisp namin na baka fully booked na rin ang 10pm na alis ng Fast Cat.

Magkabilang dulo ng mundo mga beshy.

8:30pm- ANG SAYA DIBA, ngayon lang kami nakarating ng BULALACAO. Mananalo nang Congressman yung driver ng van namin sa dami ng kinampanyahan niya.

Fortunately, we still managed to get us tickets for the 10pm departure for Caticlan, although na over-booked na ata sila dahil sa sahig nalang kami sa labas nakaupo at nag royale rumble pa mga tao dahil me hindi pinasakay na Bus.

Para sa Ekonomiya

11:00pm- nakaalis na din ang barko, so from Bulalacao, it's a 3-hr sail to Caticlan, then from there sasakay kayo ulit ng maliit na bangka that will bring you to Boracay island mismo, tapos sasakay kayo ulit ng Tricycle to your hotel. O diba Triathlon lang ang peg hahaha.

3:00am- Nakarating din kami sa Hotel namin namely Francis Hotel, nasa kakaibang lugar to ng Station 2, parang executive subdivision ng mga Local doon haha. Okay ang Hotel at bago palang ito kaya wala pa sa social media. Nga lang nasa tabi siya ng mabahong sapa/kanal na kelangan mo talunan tuwing lalabas. 2 minutes walk to the beach. For reservations kindly contact (0907) 185 3421. Room rates starting at P3,400/pax good for 4pax pero nagawa namin tawaran na good for 6pax na yan pero dalawang double bed lang. Higang bente lang hahaha.

NOTES:
P250- Boat from Batangas port to Calapan Mindoro (Ocean Jet- Aircon)
P290- Van from Calapan to Bulalacao (ililipat pa kayo sa ibang van pero wala na kayo babayaran)
P375-  Fast cat from Bulalacao To Caticlan (ECONOMY) pero dahil super holiday pang aliping upo lang sa labas terrace part yan
P100- Terminal Fee Caticlan
P75- Environmental fee Caticlan
P50- Boat ride to Boracay island from Caticlan Jetty Port
P20- Tricycle
P100- Ambag sa Gas papuntang Batangas Port
P50- Ambag sa Toll gate
P167/pax- Ambag sa Parking fo 5 days for 6pax(200 per day)

P1,477pax- NASA BORACAY KA NA ON LABORUHHCAYYY

Pawisan at Lagkitan sa Batangas Port

So after a long, tiring day na halos manapak na kami ng driver at makipagsaksakan sa barko, makakapgpahinga na din. Halos 16hrs na biyahe total from Cavite (Imus) to Boracay. Pero worth it naman ang natipid ng mga tita mo. At hello, LABORACAY kaya ngayon. HAHAHAHA

Stay tuned for DAY 2! :D

THE TRUTH ABOUT THE HYPED DEATH POOL OF PANGASINAN

Lately, there's this quaint little place in Burgos, Pangasinan that has been receiving tons of limelight from the social media world. The once quiet unspoiled paradise of Cabongaoan Beach is now a favored place for the undying overnight empi-sessions under the moonlight to match the rented karaoke machine from Manong Kubo owner.

So this Holy week of 2017 we decided to check this place out because we wanna see what the hype was really all about and of course to take a glimpse of the famous "death pool" a 15-20ft in diameter hole in the rocky part of the beach that is also 20ft in depth. So of course when you come to a place, you have these wild expectations:

Expectation:

But of course, reality is even more wild:

It's understandable that it is holy week, hence the crowd. But you can put hundreds of bodies in the ocean and the water will stay the same. The first thing I look for when we go to the beach is the 

a.) sand b.) water quality, if that's not really what you're supposed to look for right. Lol.

When we arrived late lunch time, I immediately traversed past the cramped nipa style tables filled with drunk tatays drinking their afternoon beer and went straight to the shore to my great disappointment. The sand is white, not powdery but white. That's good news right? But the water, the one thing that I really came for and drove 7 hours for is plain dirty, not to mention it smells like shit, tbh. 

I submerged for about 2 feet and I can barely see my feet already. I hope that gives you an idea.

The shore is rocky and full of seaweeds which I really don't mind if it did not stank like hell. 

We didn't really took a lot of pictures because there's nothing really to snap onto. It all looked cramped and sweaty everywhere you look.

After we were settled on our room and finally ate our pre-cooked adobo, sunset is fast approaching and we decided that it's best to take advantage of the beautiful weather God has given us in exchange to our disappointment, so we changed and packed all our selfie "gadgets" and made our way out of our room.

Hiding my disappointment

We went to the shore and took advantage of the sunlight:

First groufie

We decided that it's the best time to go to the Death Pool since the sun is setting, and maybe, just maybe, the crowd has already subsided to which we were wrong again of course. Why do we always expect huh?

The death pool is about a 30 minute hike because of the sharp rocks that you need to carefully traverse, please wear slippers (or don't if you have thick worn out feet lols). The rocks are really sharp and can slice your feet wide open if you're lucky. 

When we have arrived, people are still swarming around the so called "death pool" that I didn't even bothered taking a picture (sorry). So we just took photos on the "cliff side" of the rocky platform, with the sun setting behind us, we felt a pang of comfort. 

Aura haha

Sunsets are always loved

with my aura champion friend

Romantic feels 

There's a little hole beside the rocky cliff side part that's where we decided to take a short dip. Beware of the strong waves crashing, it can slam you straight to the wall if you don't hold on to the sides properly.

NFFs (new found friends yay!)

After a few more minutes, we decided to go back to our resort. We stayed at Rendezvous Resort and paid for their Air-conditioned room good for 15pax for P5,000/night. It has its own CR and own kitchen area but no utensils/tools are provided. You can borrow from them, but during our stay, it was next to impossible due to the hundreds of campers outside in line waiting to use the free kawali and ihawan provided on their public cooking station. Luckily we brought our own. We were also provided with free kubo use, but we didn't really used it that much because the other customers already invaded the free tables just because the real renters are still on the beach. Typical Holyweek crowd. We also have a free table outside our room but we think it was stolen because we are the only room that didn't have any table outside. Well, oh well.  

We just decided to drown our sorrows on our own room with our own unlimited supply of Gin and Orange Juice. Lol

TAKE NOTE: Water is scarce. By 7pm, all sari sari stores have already ran out of drinking water. I tried to boil the tap water on our room and guessed what, it also smelled like shit after. So please bring plenty of water, we got drunk pretty early because there's nothing really left to drink but alcohol lols.

The next morning, I woke up early to see if there's any improvement, even just the tiniest one and I'll be forever thankful. But of course, my expectations were quickly shut down the moment I stepped close to the water.

On the far left side of the beach

The water still stinks. 

Fortunately , these lovely coconut trees are here to comfort.

Sunrise beauty.

By 9am, one of our friend has negotiated an Island hopping trip for only P500/boat, we are 11pax so that's 2 boats because they can only carry 10pax on their biggest fishing boat. We were ecstatic! Finally, clear waters and real swimming.

The murky waters and my sad face

So on we go, but fast forward 20 minutes in the ocean, we were already heading back. I'm like WTF? Where's the island and hopping in that? We were not informed that it was only a sight seeing tour of the nearby beaches and rock formations. The boatman said we can go down in the middle of the sea but they don't have a platform to step unto when we hop back to the boat. So being there already, we accepted our fate and just jumped into the open ocean.

    And only about after 5 minutes, the boatman is already signaling us to go back to the boat. I just couldn't believe that after all the disappointment this trip gave us, you wouldn't let us swim and get even the tiniest tint of tan. That's it, I'm ready to leave this place any minute. 

Sightseeing Tour

When we arrived back to our room, we hurriedly took our baths and decided to leave immediately since there's really no more reason to stay. We've had enough.

Our final verdict, please don't go here during peak season, or ever. Lols. Okay you may go once just to see the death pool. But after that you can go to the other beaches in Pangasinan, like Tambobong in Dasol and of course, to the famous Patar beach in Bolinao, it's 1000x better, I promise you. The quality of the water in Bolinao is comparable to Boracay.

I also talked to one of my friends whose originally from Pangasinan, he said that a few years before, Cabongaoan is a pristine paradise, so far from what it is now. The excessive amount of tourists polluted this once quaint  piece of heaven. So this is what we get now.

Sometimes, it's really best to keep some things private and hidden from the world.

Rendezvous Beach Resort:
https://www.facebook.com/RendezvousPlaceBeachCottages/


Expenses:

P500/pax- Room
P350/pax- Toll gate RT (NLEX, SCTEX)- we're just 3pax in the car
P250/pax- Food and drinks ambag
P100/pax- Sightseeing Tour -_-
P200/pax- Other expenses (tubig, yosi, etc)

P1,400/pax- TOTAL EXPENSE

Lost at Sea

At 25, is it really okay to feel lost? Looking back at my younger days, I have high hopes and dreams, plans that are so dreamy I could almost choose not to wake up.
Then boom, you wake up in your alcohol-drenched clothes, feeling like shit, looking like shit and living like shit in your shimmering 25 year old days that are slowly passing by, going down the drain.

Some people say, at 25 you should've at least reached somewhere. Bought something prolific, made your name quite memorable to a few. But I think now that I have hit that number, that was the  most stereotypical shit I have ever heard. That's one of the main reason why many people hit the ground so hard and stare depression right in its face. Expectations so high you didn't even make for yourself. Standards set by the society for us to comply with and base our way of living with.

At 23, I built my own travel agency, because of my high dreams and unrealistic expectations of myself. Well let's not overlook the fact that I really wanted something to do with traveling, being it as how I I've always wanted to live my life since my younger days. Not to mention I hate the routin-ary lifestyle, if that's even a word. 9-5 doesn't really apply to me at all, especially living in a 2x2 cubicle eight hours a day. I tried working at an office for half a year and it was one of the darkest era of my life.

I tried to go into marketing and events. Tried places where I feel I can finally fit with the bustling lifestyle I was looking for. But after like fifty something companies had turned me down, I finally felt like I had to give up the golden corporate dream. Not to mention I felt like shit afterwards.

Where is this young, bright and inspired woman I knew before. The girl that is going to go places. The girl who will rule the world. I'm looking everywhere only to find her in the corner of a cramped bar drinking her dreams away.

Fast forward a year and a half,  life was still a blur. Even blurrier than before. Pitch black at times. The business ain't doin' that good, we lost our home, on the verge of losing our family business, mom got sick, got no money for medication, rented a fairly good place but with shitty high rates, and everything else is falling apart as well.

Some say keep swimming, hold on to friends, have fun out there. That's exactly what I did. I had an alter life, so colorful, rainbows and butterflies and all that bull. But the more alive my alter life becomes, the more dead I become in my real life. I tried to cope with life by traveling and going out, drinking my life away. I tried to cope with my friends and the shit they wanna do. I tried to fit in. But at the end of the day, I kept on dying.

I felt like it's always them than me. Opportunities are always given to other people, and I'm always just the spectator to their success. It's always me, building something for myself and some shit always comes to wreck it down and put me back to my spectator's seat. Life feels like a never ending whirlwind of fucked-up events. When I started my business, I felt like that was the beginning of a better life. I'm starting anew. And I have embraced the changes. I'm brimming with positivity. Not knowing, that only after a year, life will be knocking at my door with all the tools needed to destroy my fragile life once again.

I wanted to laugh at how my 15 and 20 year-old self felt like it was the end of the world, not knowing that the world will continue to end many times in the future. Sometimes ending daily. It's like a never ending dream, where you always wake up in another dream. Not knowing if you're really awake or still lost in the abyss.

So I think, that this is how it's gonna be? You keep swimming until your mind and body can't go on anymore. You swim and you swim and when you find a piece of haven,you try to rest and call it home. You let life take over until it brings you back to sea.

12 Symptoms that your Barkada is becoming the new Tito/Tita's of Manila

We've all dreamt of growing up fast when we were still those energetic kids that we once were, then one day, you open your eyes and Boom! Your boss is calling, you're late, you haven't got any breakfast and there's no more time to brush your nicotine-stained teeth.

You hit up your friends, no replies. Because they're probably just as frustrated as you are at the moment. Here are the few funny/sad symptoms that your once coolest, in the now, always-up-for-whatever barkada is becoming the new Tito/Tita's of Manila.


1.) Hangouts become more less and less often.
Gone were the days when you'll automatically meet up outside the campus, every.single.day. You usually don't have plans for the afternoon, it just happens. Same schedule, same class, same village. Your social life is a breeze.

But now that you've all graduated and working, hangouts are becoming so rare it felt like Christmas. It's something to wish upon a star for. "Busy", "Priorities", "OT ako e", "bangag sa antok" are some of the usual replies you'd get every time you set a "tambay".

                    

2.) Politics, Money and Business are your usual Hangout Topics.

Since when have you all become politicians and critics, you don't know. But one thing's for sure, these are some of the very favorite topics these days. When someone starts this shit, everyone's opinions are suddenly soaring high in the air.

3.) You prefer to drink at home.

Before, going to the bar is a must every weekend. An expensive ritual you thought you won't be able to shrug off for the rest of your life. But now, the whole gang readily agrees when you say you're just gonna chill at the house, do some barbecues and stuff. #titalifestyle

4.) When you go out, you really mean out.

Before, when you hit up the mall or go to Starbucks, that is already considered going out. But now, when you and your friends talk about going out and about, this means some 500++ km out and about, or some 1 boat, 1 bus, 1 tricycle and some 30 minutes marathon before reaching your destination.

Caramoan Hits

Minalungao cool down

5.) Your circle has become noticeably smaller.

Back then, your social life was a breeze right? But as time goes by, you get fed up by all the dramas of so many people that really does not concern you or phase you at all. Amidst all the late night tearful discussions and careful decision makings, you have gladly toned down your number to a handful of "real, shit-free" friends. #congrats

(Inflatable) Pool party Hahahaha

6.) You get irritated by the younger crowds.

Especially at the parties! Like wtf are these "feeling cool kids" doing here? You get really pissed at those super rowdy younger group of people at the rave parties that doesn't really seem to know what rave is. "Kuya, rave po ito hindi summerslam."

Distansya amigo

7.) You start comparing your generation to the current ones.

"Tayo nga nakaka-sampung empi dati di naman tayo ganyan ka sabog." One of the most common things you'd hear from your current buddies. You start comparing yourselves to the younger kids today and rightfully believe that you guys were way better before during your glory days. Well that's what all older people think right. :D #beentheredonethat

Beachforce 2016

8.) You know how to have serious fun.

No matter what the set-up, no matter how boring the event or the place, you just know how to adjust and have the time of your life. Thanks to all the hundreds of parties and events you guys went to before.

Pool party daw

Rapture 2016

9.) You are more family-oriented now.

You care about the health of your parents and your friends' folks more than before. You talk about their health issues and worry together about the fact that they're also growing old too. "Napa-check up mo na ba si tita?"

10.) Your friends are talking about Marriage.

Yes. Your in your quarter-life so you better put a ring on it, that's what they say. "Mawawala ka na sa kalendaryo, nako". While some of your friends have actually had a child before getting married, some of your friends are just getting married simply because they want to. One of your most common "chismisan" topic nowadays. "Uy si ______, ikakasal na daw a, saten kaya sino mauuna?" #pressure

Original image here (c)

11.) They are flying everywhere.

You become lesser and lesser during hangouts because, "Si _____ nasa Canada na a." or "Tanggap nako sa London, baka sa August alis ko na." Career gaming is strong, ambitions and dreams at this point in your life are really the game changer. Most of your friends are flying abroad to seek for better lives and love. LOL


12.) They are getting pregnant.

The number one inevitable sign that you are becoming a Tita, of course! "Uy sa binyag, di ka pwede mawala ninang." Some of your friends are already headed at this path, and most of them have already crossed the bridge way before you even thought about it yourself. That's why planning a trip is a lot harder now that you have to consider those with their chubby cute mini-me's already. You just can't always plan for a night out on a Friday night, sometimes you end up on some tea cafe just talking about the future, and getting home before 12am because sleep, right?


We can't stop time or the pages from turning. But we can still enjoy the ride. It's time for a new adventure. Welcome to the "titalife". :)