sigh…
am staying up all night…no matter what happens…i’m going to keep these eyes of mine open until it’s 12 freakin’ am!!! i can do this…all for PHP 2,500.00!!! yes, I AM THAT DESPERATE!!! tomorow is my tito’s birthday. and he has this "gimmick" each year–a game actually, of who will be able to greet him first at the strike of 12. the winner gets a whopping 25hundred. last year it was, i think, a thousand. so tonight…everyone’s on a vigil. school/office night or not.
having nothing else to do, i find myself back here on this page, writing a blog, which doesnt have any direction. for the first time in my life i find myself lacking of things to talk about. someone once said, write about the things that you know. what do i know? hmmmm…i know that i miss my boi terribly, but that’s nothing new. i’m still in a job that i actually love doing. i got my friends, though i rarely get to see them. i’ve got this great, annoying and loud family. i’m still broke–also nothing quite surprising (banjo input: "who isn’t?!"). so what the heck should i write about?! don’t expect me to write anything about politics or the economy coz if that happens then wonder if money can really grow on trees.
ok, i got it! here it is. let’s talk about the future. let’s give out the age-old question to kids: "what do you want to be when you grow up?"
i used to want to be everything. because of this, i took up a lot of things while i was growing up. i learned to sing, found i was okay but only when im in a band or a group. i cant sing solo tho…have such a case of stagefright. took up a little ballet–found out my veins were actually running on ice–needless to say i was a little stiff, so no. I can’t dance. not that well at least. sure, i can bump and grind and swing my ass whichever way it chooses–coz, i found that it has a life of it’s own–but i can never really dance that well and that seriously. ask me to walk on broken glass, or eat fire or scrape my hair off my scalp, but never ask me to dance properly! i learned to swim, but i wasn’t too competitive about it. i learned how to play the guitar, but i can only play a few selected songs–and im a strummer not a plucker! (geez..that sounds weird…) what i loved doing tho, are playing basketball and drawing. i loved both so much so, that i took up fine arts in college, then got into the college varsity team.
now tho, i’ve grown up. and still i want to be a lot of things. i think the list actually increased even. now, add being a writer and a businesswoman. bottom line is, i want to be successful. in whatever it is that i finally decide to do in my life. (banjo input: "sigh…who doesnt?!") but to go deeper than that, what is it that i really want from life? i guess the childhood question does have it’s counterpart for adults.
i’ll think about this part…mull it over for a week atleast! for now, i’d better get ready. i think they’re starting to form a line outside my tito’s bedroom…
