LAST NIGHT I HAVE A DREAM DRINKING WITH GUYS NAMED KUYA JUN, VARIAN, ROJUN, OTTO, DON, AND JAM. IT WAS VARIAN'S BIRTHDAY. JOY UNDRESSED AND PAIN UNMASKED. AT THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING, I HAVE REALIZED I WAS ALREADY AT PILAR, SORSOGON SENDING THE CLOTH I BOUGHT AS REQUESTED BY MAM IRENE, MY FORMER SCHOOL HEAD. IT WAS A LONG JOURNEY GOING BACK AND FORTH FROM LEGAZPI CITY TO PILAR AND VICE VERSA.
AT EARLY ON, I WAS IN MY LITTLE ROOM ENGULFED WITH DARKNESS.SUDDENLY, I WOKE UP WITH ALARMING TEXT MESSAGES; OH, MY GUSH, IT'S TEN O'CLOCK, I AM LATE ATTENDING TO OFFICE WORKS, AS I TALKED WITH MYSELF. UNTIL, THIS SCENARIO ALWAYS BOTHERED IN MY DREAM. TAUNTING ME TO BECOME WHAT I AM NOW. DISTURBED IS THE BEST ADJECTIVE I CAN DESCRIBE. THIS HAPPENS AGAIN. THIS BECOMES MY HABBIT.
HOWEVER, ONE DAY, I HAVE REALIZED, BEING LATE AND ABSENT ARE NOT THE FACTORS THAT SHAPE ME WHO I REALLY AM TODAY, BUT THIS REMINDS ME THAT SOMEDAY I WILL BECOME THE PERSONS I WAS LOOKING UP TO...PROMINENT YET LIVING WITH A SIMPLE ASPIRATION IN LIFE: To Become An Ideal Mother To My Little Child, Baby Love.
