head first

Kumusta naman. Just resigned from my job without a plan B. It's like I'm going through adolescence again--clueless and reckless, and making decisions based on whatever. All I have are my camera, my Moleskine, a huge sketchbook with half a dozen watercolor aberrant still lifes, and slipping sanity. I haven't even started sending out resumes. This ain't quarter-life crisis anymore. Am I actually enjoying this phase?