It's so much harder when you're almost at the end of the race, seeing the finish line but not knowing how many more steps you need to go. I have one measly goal but somehow, all efforts are thwarted, pushed aside, and almost sneered at. I am trying so damn hard, you have no idea.
I just don't think it's fair, anymore. Putangina, don't you think that after six years, it's about time for my story to have a proper plotline? I'm sick of the straight line. Sick sick sick of it.
However, I'm grateful for all the diversions that have come my way:
- What I thought was a job interview turned out to be career counselling, with a complete stranger telling me that he'll help me in this spiritual journey. "I give you less than a month to survive in Sales or Marketing."
- Mom finally getting me off my ass and getting me to train for badminton. My whole body is sore including my butt, which is a good sign that I can hope for actually getting one.
- School requirements for a professor I have grown to love.
- Finally getting that horrible project out of the way, thus giving me time to read what I want to, when I want to.
- Blue Horn kids drawing caricatures of me (in superhero costumes, in Jpop poses, in a bikini, for crying out loud) saying that I'm a good teacher to them.
I am also grateful for patience in its many forms.
All I need are results.
I just don't think it's fair, anymore. Putangina, don't you think that after six years, it's about time for my story to have a proper plotline? I'm sick of the straight line. Sick sick sick of it.
However, I'm grateful for all the diversions that have come my way:
- What I thought was a job interview turned out to be career counselling, with a complete stranger telling me that he'll help me in this spiritual journey. "I give you less than a month to survive in Sales or Marketing."
- Mom finally getting me off my ass and getting me to train for badminton. My whole body is sore including my butt, which is a good sign that I can hope for actually getting one.
- School requirements for a professor I have grown to love.
- Finally getting that horrible project out of the way, thus giving me time to read what I want to, when I want to.
- Blue Horn kids drawing caricatures of me (in superhero costumes, in Jpop poses, in a bikini, for crying out loud) saying that I'm a good teacher to them.
I am also grateful for patience in its many forms.
All I need are results.
4 comments:
you're getting there, mika. :)
maraming salamat :D sana nga. i'm getting too old, too quickly.
you in a bikini :D - i've got to see that. as for your life story not having a proper plotline - no one really has one. they just have hazy ideas of what they'd like to happen in the future.
-richelle-
i've said to myself, many many times, that i despised children and anything like them. but the moment they show me that they appreciate me, be it a smile or a sheepish tug, the idea is lost and immediately forgotten, like it never crossed my mind. i can only imagine how it must've felt to have those Blue Horn kids tell you what a great teacher you are :) that's always good for inspiration. and it's tough, but patience always pays.
-sabine
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