meg on career: ganahan ko mag artist.if di gali mo work, mag publisher ko. me: unsa ng publisher? meg: mag publish og books. #pushpamore
— rose buenconsejo (@owrange) June 24, 2015
Last few days, this was Meg’s random announcement to the family.
The other boys also have their own career talk. But they’re not cute like Mateo does not want to be a “worker because it’s too slow,” “businessman is too hard,” “so he might as well just steal.” While Migi (giving advice to Mateo) is about “you cannot make money from playing games. you can make money by making games.” I’m not really sure what goes inside Migi’s mind but somehow he seems to be sensible bordering to boring about things. And, this is not really surprising to come from the boys when they have a shrewd father (*joke*).
So back to Meg on wanting to be an artist, maybe because she just came from her art summer class, and she has been begging to be enrolled for a weekend class. It’s an indirect way of her asking us to get into the art class. Honestly, her teacher’s great (google Artastic as recommended by a lot of friends). If only, her art class is somewhere in Consolacion where we can just “uber tricycle” her to the class.
Anyhow, the “publisher” is probably from the many books she read or maybe from youtube. I used to worry about her consuming “trashy” literature from a whimpy boy to a bratty dork. But with the many many books she gobbled, I could no longer keep up checking which one to be consumed and not. And, honestly, I’m just glad there are some books who can shut her up for awhile.
Since no one in the family is an artist or a publisher, we just could not carry on a conversation with her. But there’s something about it that it keeps playing over and over in my head. And, AHA, I realized that I’ve been for some time toying the idea of being a “publisher.” I mean, the serious type of publishing where you do it from Day 1 to make money. Not the, because “this is my passion, I write about it, publish about it” kind of publisher.
But I have never done it because I could not quite wrap my head around it of how do you really do it.
So back to Meg, I hope she could figure herself around it. And, then maybe soon I can ask her for some career advice.
I assumed it’s one of those restos owned by expats, I’m guessing either Belgian or Dutch.
* their pastries are also good, which trying to lean on being “healthy” but i mean any thing sweet is not really healthy. But at least they use fresh fruits, that feels. I like their mixed fruit pie (not in photo).
Back when I was “skinny,” finding a jeans that fits me perfectly was already a struggle. I did not find any thing that fits me well ( it means finding it at Gaisano Colon.) because my butt is just so huge. Anyhow to go around it back then, i go for bigger size jeans. They always feel awkward (well, i’m always awkward in all angles) like it perfectly hugs my butt but the rest are too big so it’s like i was always “hiphop.” But i love jeans because it’s probably the only clothing item i can recycle for a month which is necesarry when you live in a boardinghouse who does not allow “washing clothes.”
I was in Mabolo area earlier, and I happened to chance upon Joed’s Lutong Hapon (hapon as in japanese). However popular Joed is, I probably had dined only once in it. That’s when they had a branch in Capitol area, near cebu doc and Sacred Heart – Hijas. And i was not really so raved about it. I found their Dishes to be too on the sweet side. It’s probably the Pinoy side of the chef showing on the food.
I mean if these restos were humans, they’re probably the kind I want to be and I want to be with. #chos