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Per Ardua Ad AstraSigh. I only turn 20 once, and not even 20 people greeted me. =S Heh, but it's okay, at least those who did remember say a lot about them and how thoughtful they are. I haven't been blogging in the longest time since so many things have happened to me the past month, so now I'm finally finding the time to actually sit down and put my life back in perspective.
So June 8 strikes and a few of my closest friends do remember to greet me... BUT CONCI AND CUCAY!!!!!! Where are our greetings?!! Please remind me to kick your asses!!! So ahem anyway. *grin* I can't remember when getting older was actually something to look forward to. Now I'm starting to wish that I was a teenager again. Of course a lot of priveleges come with getting older, but that also means a lot of bills to pay and jobs to keep and all the yada yada. But really, I'm still trying to keep a positive outlook on this. SO! My deepest thanks go out to the very special people who greeted me, late, half-meant (meaning they don't really know when it was, they just greeted me anyway hehe) or otherwise: Kath, Clo, Tet, Isis, Pierre, Jec, Kenneth, Pipay, Rico, Mean, Ruby, Ching, Camille, Ani, Roi, Jenica, Mel, Sheila, Rhonda and my family. (If I missed anyone, please let me know. =))
I wish being away didn't have to be so hard. But I guess that's what you have to sacrifice first in order to live in a more prosperous country. I didn't realize how memories could drown along with some friendships. And I really wish there was reason to believe that they hadn't, even if it doesn't show, even if it's not being spoken of... I really wish there was something that could tell me that all memories were good and real, and could be relived some day. Some days I think long and hard about the mistakes I made, about the people I miss and who are possibly missing me, too. I think about having no care in the world, and just some good ol' beer and a night out under the city lights. And to all my friends that I love and miss: yes, I think about you every day, in my dreams and in my prayers, and even if it doesn't show nor is it spoken of, I want you to know that you're in my hearts and I remembered you all during my birthday, even when I thought it would've have been the other way around for just one day during the year.
I guess having lost my entire sidebar will not work for me, but it's no reason either to start anew. =)
I am Jik. I believe in miracles, and I believe in hope. I am not prude nor old-fashioned even though I believe that Love is very real and that it governs the world. I am not selfish even though I may be materialistic. I am not weak even though I sometimes crumble down to my knees. I am not poor even though I have very little in my bank account. I try to embody what courage is all about and I try to do everything in spontaneity. I invest a whole lot of passion in anything I do, and I am and always will be a dreamer. I admire people who uphold their beliefs in life, as I try to do so myself. I always strive for the perfection of character, and make myself into the person I want to become. I seek for the greater scheme of things, the tapestry of how everything falls into an exquisite, sublime plan. And my greatest fortune is having found the secret of my life. This I intend to share with all of you someday.
Makulit. Malikot. Mababaw. I'm thumbelina, sweetie, choknat, bitch, bastard, bruhilda, gaga, bubwit, baby, hoebag, dumbass, jiffy, jikinini, jikydoodles, gicgic, jikulit, jikywiky, jikaru, jikers, jikee, jikijik, jikjik, jik, jixie, jikita, jikita banana, jikitita, jikaboo, or what have you. I'm the Jik you know and ever will know.