Now that I’ve gotten past Jude Law’s Jewels Incident (phew! life is hard), let me return to what I was doing before he pulled down his pants.
Apparently there is a thing called tagging, and I see that people remember their accomplishments so clearly that I am ashamed to only remember how I felt back then. I can only guess what happened years ago. Anyway, here you go Analyse:
20 years ago I was probably running around the streets or stealing other people’s flipflops (because from a very young age I could never stick to just one pair of flipflops). I was also most probably missing my front teeth.
10 years ago I was about to be a freshman at UP College of Fine Arts. Watched bands play during the freshman orientation night. Ate a lot of fishballs from Fine Art’s resident Manong Fishball, and as a result caught typhoid fever and missed a month of school. This did not deter me from eating more fishballs once I recovered (I wonder how they make the sauce? I know it’s 90% bacteria but damn it’s good)
5 years ago was my Lost Year. I was painting, smoking, writing a lot. Goodtimes with good friends. Travelled to Jordan for holidays (everyone should visit Petra). And then, Mahmud my Robot came into my life. He is as robotic as the first day I laid eyes on him.
3 years ago I made up my mind to make wise, wise decisions. I wanted to make my life amount to something. Then I turned down an opportunity to work in China, which is something I regret to this day. Friends, never choose stability.
Last year I bought my first Christmas tree and strung Christmas lights over it. Last year I found a cat outside our house, I brought it in, gave him milk, then let him go again and cried when it left. Last year I found my first job in France. Last year I wondered where my life was heading.
This year I saw my family after 2 years. Julien and I bought 2 guitars – an electric and an acoustic. And I still have no cat or dog.
Yesterday I finished reading Memoirs of a Geisha. Then realised that I bought the wrong kind of bagoong for manggang hilaw (total waste of money. Who wants bagoong guisado?!)
Today I sat infront of the window mulling over where my life was going.
Tomorrow I shall be in Paris.
Next year Julien and I will hopefully be in another country, and I hope to have some direction in my life.
Five years from now… who knows what the future holds.
