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September 13, 2009 10:24 pm

“Ay! itu nga din pala suot ko last year!” I suddenly remembered while munching on some pizza earlier this afternoon as a simple celebration of the 22nd year of (dis)gracing this universe. Looking at my own picture (narcism at work again) I could see some differences. In my photo last year I am wearing a Genevieve Gozum jeans while I am wearing Zara (courtesy of Kuya Rod) today. I was holding a letter given by my block mates then while I am holding a cake now. My hair today is longer and considerably less disheveled. I am wearing the same watch, my favorite watch (‘coz it’s only one.haha! a Diesel watch given by Ate Mir in 2004(?), so its about 5 years old now. I have its strapped changed into a yellow one after its original leather strap have given up some time last year. The Tricky Tv guy of Cartoon network has this kind of watch too. And I am also wearing this brown Converse tee. I like this tee a lot because its very comfortable. The fabric runs smoothly and softly through my body. So that’s what we call sustainable fashion I think.haha!

My choices in things I wear is pretty much the same with my choices in life. Since I am no rich girl I’ve learned and I’ve been thought by my parents and siblings that I have to be careful. In choosing items its better to choose those that would serve well in a long period of time. Quality is important. But if I can have quantity quality items why not diba. But it might not be so soon yet. I’ve got to perspire a lot, hunch my back longer and be savvier with money matters.

Though I don’t have quantity quality items  I am quite lucky, oh, not only lucky but blessed that I have quality parents, siblings (quantity also for we are a lot, seriously.) and of course friends and acquaintances. Since I’ve been here in Manila I haven’t made a conscious effort to go to church, and I am not proud of that. But today I felt it in my heart that I wanted to go there. I went. Inside the church while hearing the mass all I kept on saying in silence was “Thank you Lord.Thank you.”

Thank you Lord that I am still alive. Thank you that I am still up and running. Thank you that I have my parents who never grow tired of watching over us their children though all of us are grown up. Thank you for giving me my siblings who I know even they don’t say that they are always behind me, always ready to catch me when I fall. Thank you that I have my friends who are also my sources of inspirations not only companies in fun and good times.

Along with that I pray that I may be able to continue doing the good things but I also pray that I would be given wisdom to know what I am doing wrong.

I am 22 years old now, an age that I thought to be so mature when I was 12. If I would rate myself I would say that I am mature. But of course it may not be the same when subjected to someone else’s grid or when compared with other people.

One year is pretty fast. Cliche as it may sound my 21st birthday was like only yesterday. I can still clearly picture the things that happened. I can also feel again the same emotions I had then if I want to. But one thing’s certain I was very happy then. My college friends and classmates were with me. The simple bounty seemed a lot and so good with their company. I miss them. I miss the simplicity of our intertwined simple lives then.

But life must be lived forward. Putting a quotation in my own words, always, we should never be sad or regret that things ended, instead we must be glad that it happened. Whenever I miss those bubbly guys I just think that they are okay, that they are doing great and are being good in finding and fulfilling their destinies and most of all that somehow, someday we will meet again wearing older faces but with the same affinity that we had way back then.

Like in Miley Cyrus song, The Climb, I am sure that in my life there will be another mountain, there will be another storm. But like her I will want to make it move by keeping on pushing on. It’s not how fast I get there. Its the climb.

On September 12 I went out with Cress and Limwell. I labeled it my pre-birthday bash. We watched Eugene Domingo’s Kimmy Dora. Yeah, the film is downright funny. We had constant bouts of laughter. But beyond the comedy I also noted the message that the film wants to convey. Success is not everything. Attitude and character are more important, even more important than the shares of stocks of a top multi-million dollar corporation. One may aim, and burn herself out in quest of that much coveted position and property but at the end of the day it is not the thing that will  matter most.