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To pierce or not to pierce? I often thought that I live a pretty boring life that if I were strangled to death one day *knock on wood* and were asked at the gates of heaven how my life had been…I'd probably say, "Oh well, 21 years of mundane existence". Shrug and sigh. Well, maybe I am exaggerating (if you're not interesting, exaggerate. Hmm hmm). I actually did a couple of interesting things in my life…I think. I was able to go to places around the country with family, friends, and one time last year, alone (never will I do that again 'cause instead of feeling independent, I felt terribly lonely…awww) I was able to go skinny dipping (yeah, butt naked) twice -the first time, sane. The second time, drunk. I smoked grass thrice -this, I'm not proud of. I could've done better. Tsk tsk. I had considerable talent in painting, writing (though not everyone might agree!), and making a fool of myself. I've never had a boyfriend -at 21, this can be an interesting fact! Though this does not automatically put me on the "Never Been Kissed" and the "Never Had…Oh, Never Mind!" list. I've earned a degree at a pretty decent university -despite the _______ scandal last year; I still consider my alma mater decent, respectable. I was able to go illegal swimming at the Shangri-La Mactan beach…caught! I've been to an Incubus concert -all hail Brandon. I've seen ghosts -thanks to my very much unwanted third eye.
There are still a couple of projects on my Life Makeover list. I'm only 21, gimme a break! One year would not be enough to accomplish my ultimate objective of reinventing myself. But I'll take it one project at a time. Telling my friends about my plans helped me a lot in accomplishing them. There is this fear of "chickening out" in front of everybody or maybe some refer to it as "pride". Hehe. Maybe by January 1, 2005, I'd be able to greet the new year by saying…"Hey, it's me! Only better!" Article written by: Mari Dominique Francisco  Recommend this article to a friend! Have a comment on this article? Send it
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Ok. Enough non-sense, which is exactly what inspired me to pronounce 2004 as
"Mari Year". I wanted to reinvent myself. I had my navel pierced for
a start. I hate needles. One Saturday, I went to a Piercing and Tattoo Salon
at the mall with my 6-month pregnant sister (my ultimate motivator for the belly
ring project) and my cousin. Paid 800 bucks then waited for more than an hour
for the artist to arrive. I was the first client of the day ('cause I sweet
talked the receptionist. Sneaky!). I went inside, sat on the lazy boy (the chair,
aiyt? The chair!), pulled my shirt up, then 1…2…3…it's done!
I can't believe I freaked out on this 3 years ago when I first thought of having
my belly pierced! I felt like such a big pussy afterwards. A big big pussy (just
so this article would have a "bembang feel" to it). Gene Testa is
tha man! If you wanna have it done, go to this guy. So what's next?! Quitting
my low paying, lifeless job. Two days after my body modification experience,
I gave my RL to my boss. Effective ASAP. In my whole 9 months on that job the
only thing I accomplished was win in the dance contest at our company Christmas
party. FYI, we danced "Bulaklak". Just so I won't have problems with
my clearance and be able to practice business ethics, I gave the company 2 weeks
notice then immediately flew to Iligan City. It's in Lanao del Norte, freak!
The city of waterfalls, where Maria Cristina falls is located, in case you did
not pay attention in history class in 2nd grade. I am now a Conversational Tagalog
tutor to 34 foreigners. I work 3 hours a week but earn more! There is a lot
of free time, y'see. So next project? Learn French. Oui, my friend! My French
Tutorial Kit and dictionary sent by a very good online friend (www.kaydee.de)
just arrived so I'm going to start soon. I know it would not be easy especially
because I'd learn by myself but I'll do my best.