accident-prone

some people tend to lose things. i tend to ruin them. in fact, for the longet time, my family nicknamed me the ilocano term for "klutz." i break things, i burn electrical appliances, i put in loads of iodized salt into a large bubbling pot of champorado mistaking it for sugar, i slip onto a very stinky gutter creating scars on my legs, i bump into a parked scooter while playing, toppling it over and smashing the side mirrors in the process (parked! nananahimik ang motor dun for crying out loud). yup, i do those kinds of things all right.

as i was growing up, those incidents became rarer. the nickname was dropped. in a span of a month though, my laptop crashed, my DLSR slipped from my hand onto a cliff and i watched calmly as it rolled five times on a 45-degree hard concrete, plus my phone just went bust. nice. just when i'm still broke.

i realized then that the klutzy side of me never went away. my recent losses had just taken in another form. and now i try to live with the things i have destroyed due, for the most part, to neglect. and it's depressing. i'm tired of living such an improvisational life. i've had it with accepting life as it happens. i say it's time to say no to getting by!

i don't know but something's happening. i think the times call for me to take care--take care of my material possessions, my health, my time, my work, my relationships. just take care. the routine of consciously trying to protect the things that are important to me has befallen me. and i'm glad about it.

somebody's finally growing up.