You know how prophetic some things written on my online journals are? (This question sounds chinese. I cannot phrase it any better-grammatically.) For instance, never in my life would I have thought that I will one day "grow up" in the sugar bowl of Las Islas Filipinas. But, the whole time, I would place my address as Sugar Land. ;p
How I loved Robert Fulghum, and that at one point, my Christmas gift was delivered to me a few days after Christmas, that I visit his city, Seattle.
How I've always thought of BPO as my only career option after the Ateneo.
How I've always liked some gals who would tragically end up being foes with in the end. Lol. ;p
And how I've always hated the maths and finance and am now teaching the same.
And that at one point whilst waiting for a jeepney around 7 years ago on a street near Merco/Davao Doctors, I uttered a silent prayer saying, I will have a 20k plus plus salary when I'm 25 and I'll be okay.
And that this year, I want the fates to hear this: That I will wind up being paid at least 1500usd per month. ;p And I want a real degree. Useful and helpful.
All things I've written or I've asked for were always simple. And He did not leave me wanting.
xx
I honestly did not have a long wishlist. I only wanted my pink hediota and I got it a week before Christmas. I wasn't ultimately worrying about monies because I know that it will be given. On my wishlist were crazy things like peace on earth or mindanao or in places that has never known peace or God or chicken and mojo potatoes. Yes, I wanted everyone fed and warm and happy. Who wouldn't? I also wanted God to give the she-wolf a heart attack and she'll never recover. But, I learned that she's not the only person who is responsible for us feeling bad. I am not totally blameless. Even if in my heart I know that I did not start the belligerence, I fed the fire of being belligerent too. I said mean things too, though it might not be as mean as what she has been formulating. So, I'm not gonna ask that she have a heart attack. ;p
I am happy I have good friends. That when I write a list for gift-giving, I can count more than one or two people on it. And that I would just highlight whom I should be handing the gifts to, because gifts or no gifts, I know that I have friends. I know that even if we say things about each other, at the end of the day, we find ways to make up. And that's how friends should grow.
I am glad that I still receive texts that would say, woo-hoo, you'll be in the city in 24 hours, we will see you at the airport. I'm so excited, and I miss you Achee. I, whose dating status might not be the best or might be nonexistent as of late, is really glad that I can take solace in the sms, emails, instant messages, words of my sisters. That even if I don't have the best relationship with my Ma, she hugs me, and tells me that I looked too thin or too pudgy-even if it gets irritating, it all boils down to love.
And that God has been steadfast, at 24 I've wanted the gift of consistency. He has given me that, in terms of family, of relationships, of friends, and even work. I never looked closely enough. And yet, this year, with heaps of appreciation, I know that I've been given soooo much.
Tara na 2010!
I'm about to make breakfast. My body clock is screwed during weekends and transitioning to the work week. Am I the only person who still listens to M2M? (Marit and Marion? Those two gals from Sweden, I'm guessing.) "My baby don't mess with my love?" ;p
These are water colors from last night. I like how the wet work looked like. When it dries up, the colors get lighter. And my camera is a bit broken so it doesn't really show justice. Lol. I'm really stressing over the gift-giving to the god-kids who are growing by the numbers every year. I resort to the sketchbook, (almost) moleskin, and old ruled hardbound notebooks to scribble, doodle, and splatter paint.
It has been overall a good year. I haven't been blogging like I've been blogging in Multiply last year. Twitting got in the way. Blogger had been a good friend the past few months. Yes, I miss the familiar face that is Friendster too. Facebook had been too loud. ;p
I'm thinking of doing the great move. It'll be Seattle before I hit 30. If He permits me. If I feel safe. It'll be easy. ;p But, so far from where I've been, Piayaland had treated me fairly well. ;p I love training. I love the classes I've handled despite the uninspiring days. ;p
I should really be making breakfast. God bless you Multiply community.
edits: i wonder how these photos wind up being here- tas my watercolors were erased. odd.
