The Oh-so Low Maintenance Me...

Something struck me.... I felt like I could call myself as one of those "plain-Jane" types....

I was raised up in a way that meant being frugal and simple were nothing to be ashamed of. My old alma mater also happened to have instilled "similar" virtues: the value of prayer and work, and the never-ending call towards solidarity with the poor. I enjoy simple things. I enjoy conversations with friends, eating out (not in fancy joints), chatting while walking on some familiar road. I don't complain if I need to take the bus, the jeep, or the fx (but mind you, I - for some reason - do not "dig" the MRT.. ahaha) I don't mind if I get a haircut twice a year or if the salon reminds me of a doctor's visit.

There are new things I want to try - the child in me has never given up the curiousity. But still, I get excited over the simplest things. I don't need to bungee-jump or go somewhere to be happy. I'm happy to be in the comfort of people I love. I don't care if we can't go clubbing or whatever. I am content to know what's going on in your life - that you trust me enough to bare your soul. That I am there for you when you need to say something silly or when something has pricked your heart.

I remember saying something about how I want to spend my days doing quality work.. not quantity work...