Hello, world!

2015 edition

What? A blog post? You know it.

An interesting (business) email had me look at and open this blog to edit an entry, which kinda got my writing itch itching. I know people still find their way here but I never would have thought it’d be for something that (still) matters.

Whatever. What’s important is here I am and I’m about to drop a bomb of an update. Ready?

Joke lang.

I have become super soft, to tell you the truth. (Not that anyone really considered me otherwise before, actually). Fatherhood fucking changes you, man. I swear to Lucifer I cry at anything that revolves around a father-daughter (or general family drama) plot. Gravity? Freaking sob fest. Inside Out? Are you kidding me? Furious 7? Wait, although wala namang hindi umiyak doon.

My daughter, our daughter, is my (our) life. And there’s really no way around it. And, it really is something that people without kids—either by choice or are still too young—would never understand. Heck, I thought I understood before but boy did I knew nothing, John Snow. You know what’s funny, though? Any childless person who claims they’re busy. Yes, any, as in all of you. It doesn’t matter if you’re the CEO of Apple, for crying out loud. You still have that 1-2 hours of alone time before you sleep.

Not that I’m complaining, but, wait, yes, I actually am. Being a parent is hard. But I would never—not in a million lifetimes—have it any other way.

But enough of the drama. I love my daughter and she’s my universe and all that shit, but what about me? Actually, I just realized that it would be impossible to give a life update without her in the picture so just deal with it. Okay?

Oh, holy crap, I just had an epiphany. Midway through writing this post, I realized I had tons of shit to say, so I’ve decided to segregate. My 2015 series of posts will now be like this:

  • 2015: The events
  • 2015: The places
  • 2015: The things, online shit, and special mentions

Once done, you’ll see the stuff above linked. Excited ka na? Don’t be. Joke.

The fambam in 2015. That’s old me, but still very papable.

(Wait, if there’s PAPAble and LOLOlicious, I guess I’m TITOllating.)

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