Finally here

After a whole semester of finding the right look to my supposed "Princess in the City" blog, I decided to scrap the idea altogether, for several reasons: a) I wasn't really feeling the whole idea of living alone in a strange, new city; b) I was too lethargic to open my books, let alone blog about the monotonous mundanity that is my life; and c) I couldn't find the right pink/black template for my blog haha.

Anyway, the first semester came and went, and pretty soon I was on the plane back to the Philippines (for like the umpteenth time). The break was great, but as with all good things, it flew by and soon I was on my way back to Zzzzzingapore. The days leading to my departure from Manila and the first few days here were the worst - I was crying my eyes out for nights on end, thinking about the life that I was leaving behind yet again.

But somewhere in between my 100th Kleenex and 7th sleepless night, I suddenly realized that I should just quit crying and actually do something to turn my life around. It was then that I felt what being 18 really meant - growing up. Hence, 4 weeks and more than a thousand conversations with everyone that I meet, I'm finally here....living my life in this city. 18 was really the year i grew up as this was the year that I:

1) Moved out
2) Lived on my own in another country
3) Stayed out until late
4) Broke up with my boyfriend
5) Cooked myself dinner
6) Broke free

Thinking back to almost a year ago, during my 18th birthday party, where I wore my beautiful, pink Audrey-inspired dress and glittery tiara and called myself a princess. As I went through the year, I realized that being a princess just doesn't cut it. Not when you're sitting at the bus stop and some strange man comes up too close to you and you're a second away from screaming, "HEEEELPPPP!!!", anyway. And from a broader perspective, it's easier to run through life in jeans and sneakers than a tiara and heels. The princess has grown up...and she's gonna make this year rock. Just you wait and see.