I had dinner last night with old childhood friends. This group is actually a hodge-podge mix, all ages, mostly consisting of siblings. I love them, how can I not when I've known them the longest, but I just don't like it when everyone depends on just you to take charge. I guess I have it in me to automatically take over, my mom says I was born to be a big sister. I savor times with my brother and sister, spoiling them and watching out for my baby cousins, but it's not a character I want to be carrying out all the time, most especially when I'm with friends. With friends, you just wanna chill and have fun, not worry about stuff, about where we're eating, or fret about not having made plans ahead of time. So I may have to loosen up still, but please, when you make plans, please ensure that you MAKE THEM. I do not enjoy stress, really I don't, least of all be the party pooper. It's just that, when you plan something, please please please follow through. I know we're all in the age of just-keep-livin as a mantra, then again, I don't know. The holidays are getting stressful! Another sign of old age. You know you're not a kid anymore when Christmas starts getting to your head and stops being just fun, eh. Even figuring out what to order was tiring.
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A trending tag on Twitter today is #dearfuturehusband. I saw @TheRealJordin say: "#dearfuturehusband I pray for you and struggles you may have before you even meet me, daily. Also that you'll ♥ Jesus, football and music as much as I do ☺"
I love the thought of praying for that one person you are destined to spending the rest of your life with, even if you haven't met him/her, and if that is in the ultimate plan for you. It's what I do, it's what I still do, if not for my future husband, then at least for that special person in my life right now, who is possibly in it for good. I pray for you, your family, for whatever struggles you may have, even now, even if it has nothing to do with me at all. That God will watch over you when I can't. And how I pray that you'll love Jesus, music, helping people and just being silly together as much as I do. No matter what happens. God has always been faithful in answering my prayers, and I believe he will continue to :)
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I take it back. I do want for more; it's actually sitting the fence between want and need. It's a shame that it's something I have to keep to myself and not be able to share it with anyone (for now), not even my best friend. Not even my closest girlfriends. Well, God knows. He should, seeing as how He's the only One who can really get into my head. I guess it's just right, since these kinds of things are the type only He can figure out.
I did ask for something like this before. It seemed impossible. I meant it, I'm sure I did, but how I remember it, I remember it as an afterthought to my before-bed prayers. It was sincere, cause I remember praying for it a lot, and by a lot, I mean, several months. So when it came, when I got it, while I didn't immediately flash back to the time when I surprised myself and prayed for it that first time, I knew it was something I couldn't have gotten, at least not on my own merits. It's not that I lack confidence in myself, I just know what I am capable of and what I'm not. Anyhow, I realized that God answered that prayer like a month into this thing. And I was gobsmacked at the very least. That He would give me something seemingly unreachable, and so so beautiful. Hint.
Just a random slow day thought.
My days of late are good. Work from nine to six, drive sister to and from school, quiet time+work out a bit after, Skype at night, yoga/exercise with the guy on Saturdays, family time on weekends, occasional dinners with friends, coffee/tea dates. Most times, I cannot ask for more :)
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The holidays coming up make life a little bit more topsy-turvy than they already are, planning parties, dinners, events and vacations, rushing to and from such, buying presents, braving the metro traffic and malls--this time of the year, in crazy Manila, you can't tell which is worse: traffic along EDSA and Greenhills or the crush of people inside malls, scrambling to get their Christmas shopping done. I'm afraid I've succumbed to this once-a-year syndrome, and I'm not enjoying it. Christmas doesn't feel like Christmas. The other week, Rainy and I were wondering if it was just us, like there's a problem with us missing out on the whole meaning of the holidays, or if it was spending the season in Beijing and people there not celebrating it the way we were used to kind of killing the Christmas spirit in us. Maybe we're just growing up. Make a big fuss about it, but not really getting why people go through all the trouble to make it some big event. I clearly know Christmas is about the birth of Christ, His manifestation from God to man, but I also think that it's something to be pondered about every single second of every day of our lives.
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So I discovered this morning, to my dismay, that my sister and I have an intelligent water heater system in our bathroom, which apparently turned on its non-existent DST (daylight saving time) and turned itself off--obviously though, it's gotten its whole season set-up all wrong. I stood to the side of the shower for a good five minutes, waiting for the darn water to heat up. And it didn't. I know, it sounds like a waste of water, and I'm sure it was, and that I'm in Manila, a tropical city. But you have to understand that A) I sleep in a very cold, air-conditioned room where the a/c is turned off half an hour before I wake up, so the room stays really cool; and B) despite living in a country below the equator, it's been chilly lately, with a cold front touching normally humid ol' Manila. So cold showers are not an option for me. Yeah, this means I haven't taken a bath yet. Sue me.