vetlongwalks home & pf

the early part of 2007, january, is still very clear in my head. it's during this time that talks about getting myself a house first started. it's the first time that a concrete action was taken leading to accomplishing one of the items in my high school list. well, read on my uncertainties regarding house ownership. generally, take a peek at the reason why getting a house is foremost in my mind. jan. 27, 2007 mission focus in my earlier blog, i mentioned about a mission. up until now, even with a slight fever and headache… i’m still ramming my head over it. geez, i don’t know what’s scaring me. i find the mission i’ve placed on my shoulder really daunting. my instinct is yelling to back out of it, before i get too involved and be suck under in the quicksand fast. yet, my ever reliable little brain is yelling with equal force "don’t be a moron, vet. you can do this." ha. truthfully i’m scared as hell. i’ve never been scared in my life. i wasn’t even that scared when i...

when i decided to go for mission mactan and get myself one li'l row unit, i only thought of the PhP5700++ amortization. i told myself that i could do this since i could actually spare this amount on a monthly basis and still get a few extra from my pay. then i soon realized i had been foolhardy for not thinking that there'd be other expenses to consider. to know what i mean, do read on the following post. august 6, 2007: update on the mission earlier this year, i deluded myself into thinking that i could achieve what i’ve always dreamed as far back as high school: getting a house and living on my own. though i’ve wanted to have a house of my own, or even a room at least - i never dared act on it for the reason that i just couldn’t afford it. not if i’ve only my salary to depend on. the thought of being in debt for the next 25 years scares the hell out of me. i just couldn’t face the fact that in the next 25 years, a bigger part of my payroll will go to a certain government age...

taking out a loan to get myself a house proved to be a bit "--something--". it's not stressful - stressful is just too strong a word for it. anyway, here's another post lifted from my defunct friendster blog [i call it defunct because i could no longer access it to manage it, though one can still access it if one searches for decrechoice] pardon the reposts as i'm trying to chronicle anything and everything that's related to my pet house. well, this is an effect of deleting my friendster account. i realized that i want to be able to go back to my little history. as i can't do that now with friendster, i'm trying to rebuild the history here. so again, pardon the reposts for now. dec. 15, 2007 mission mactan vs. thirst for travel hayyyy… since high school i’ve always dreamed of living on my own. i’m close to hitting three decades on this earth, in two years in fact, and yet i’ve never been truly independent. independent in its truest sense, at least. cu...

jan. 26, 2008; on this day, my beautiful u acted up giving me some reservations on whether i should attend the orientation concerning my little row unit [a.k.a pet house]. it was probably due to stress. i could remember being preoccupied and having second thoughts on whether i could successfully embark and finish my mission mactan. the paragraph below is lifted from my now inaccessible friendster blog. it was written last jan. 28, 2008. i'm posting it here to remind me of my initial reservations of doing project mactan. orientation proceeded just fine. had my keys, but my beautiful u was persistent. had to go back again and change ammu. when i got to my little unit, it was then that things hit me big time. all right, what do i check? darn, their keys couldn’t get the doors open easily. ay ka gubot sa sulod. didn’t they even clean the house before turning over the unit to the homeowner? patay ka, vet. unsa imo buhaton? check the bathroom? how could i when i couldn’t even open it. i’...