DadaDoll

When I talk about my growing up days I usually get gawking faces out of sheer disbelief. My neighbor even tagged me as “the girl who looks like an angel, but…” Harsh. Does it really have to be with a BUT? Though I wish I can be popular as sweet, studious, well mannered, perfect daughter, I’ll never trade my ever spontaneous days.

There was a time when:

• Party used to be my last name. I was married to it. It’s not really helpful when you have a friend who owns a bar, even worse when you have friends willing and eager to join you drink night or day.

• I almost got kicked out of school because of my tardiness and absence. I just feel I’m wasting too much energy sitting in a room, listening to someone who talks to a book, when I could have been doing something great for the economic market, like  shopping for instance. Not to brag, I pass my tests anyway.

• I bended curfew so much I needed to climb fences, gates, trees, etc…

• I shopped soooo much.

• I passed out and never remembered a single thing, that some gay guy started to pick up a fight with me because I spilled a drink on him. They said I just shrugged off the guy. haha

• I made out with a stranger.

• I flipped more casino cards than textbook pages.

• I cut class to check in a hotel or condo hop with my friends.

“We were pretty wild then!” said my college best friend.

Yes, with shiny disco balls. I thought. Resolved to the notion that we’re rock and roll stars, marking almost everything we do as “spontaneity at its finest” – always trying to outdo the last one.

As the years passed, maybe we have moved on, but there are a few things I’ve realized:

• that I’m now better living the “rights” because I’ve the lived the “wrongs.”

• that I’ll always be willing to try anything except drugs.

• that my parents love me no matter what state I’m in.

• that I’m no longer capable of flirting when I’m least bit interested.

• that nothing can replace passion over something when it comes to true happiness. Meanwhile, moments shared with people through sillyness, laughter, and all can truly fuel up that passion.

How to find your heart: Be spontaneous. Be wild. I’m not saying you should go into binge drinking. I’m saying find your comfort slipping in and out of your norm. Anyway, you can always say it’s all in the name of self discovery!

Happy hunting!

Woohoo!