Unscrewed #

I was wondering where my summer went. Then I remembered that this is supposed to happen the moment I transferred to my new job. That crazy, fun, busy, job that I am loving. What is wrong with this picture?

For the first time in years, I am loving everything. I’m almost terrified what happens next.

Which is Kapangan, Benguet. We’re going there again, to bring supplies to a hundred or more schoolchildren. Last year, the first time I organized it, there were too many hurdles I almost gave up, I screamed at someone—something I haven’t done for quite a while. In the end, the smiles, the fun, the thankful parents and teachers, the awesome volunteers—it was all worth every tear, scratch and sweat.

Malaysia, Dumaguete, Siquijor, Iloilo, Guimaras. See you in H2.

So there went my “much anticipated weekend,” reduced to a mushy makeover courtesy of my sister, the haircut from hell by the frighteningly jolly hair stylist, and a coffee date with my emergency person. Maybe it was all for the best. Maybe I should be getting used to this. Or maybe I need more spontaneity in my life.