What’s in store for JO?
It is worth knowing that I am still remembered. Despite the distance, the years apart, and all the hatred exchanged in the past, one simple “hello” can renew those into sweet and mere innocent childishness. Whether the relationship develops, or continues where it once was or whether it is purely acquaintance, only time can truly tell. Broken and reunited friendships, relationships with family and loved ones can be sweeter the second time around, and sometimes, what we deem may be another new beginning - could end much worse than it did. But then again, ONLY TIME CAN TELL.
Even though I can guarantee that I have changed a whole lot, there are a lot of issues that I have yet to be unleashed. It is not easy being the person that I am. For once, I was complex, now, I think I am much more but simply wiser enough to hide them and display a show of diplomacy and sometimes…I can exhibit a bit of understanding, too, when necessary.
Every year, I always assess my stand in life. The past year wasn’t any good. There were fun times too and uproars of laughter. Unfortunately, the bad overshadowed the good. All I ever did was work, cry, pray, and persevere some more. Some people consider it professional to keep your cool even on immaculate idiocy. I knew that wasn’t me at all. If I had my way, I would’ve confronted and gotten the problem off my chest. I would’ve shouted and yelled…and if I were who I once was…perhaps, I would’ve cursed, too. Back in 2006, I never signed up for linguistics as I knew the people involved would surely give me a dose of my own making. I was so certain that they would all give me the most painstaking time as I did them when I was theirs to teach.
When I started teaching at Southcrest, it was amazing. The child in me was revived. I became more human than I’ve ever been. My self assessment for that year was higher compared to the previous year. Sadly, at the same time, the arrows of that year also pointed downwards pertaining to the misery and despair that I was experiencing at the other end of the road.
The year 2008 may have brought me down as it did to thousands of people. It didn’t bring any luck either as the Chinese had hoped it would. Instead, it brought them closer to the dogs. It crushed Sichuan , drained their milk industry, and so many horrible others. However, it also prompted a wake up call not only here in China but to the world. It tolled for peace, honesty, unity, industry, wisdom, hope, and love.
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Everything that transpired the past year seemed like a whirlwind of a bad affair. I tried to envision my life for this year…hoping I could piece up some missing puzzle and to no avail, not a single image could my mind draw. I can only trust that whatever takes place this year, it is hoped that everything turns out positively as it always does every year for the past 24 years of my life.
Every year - I realize - is always different. Every year is unique in its magical way. This year will be my 25th year.
What’s in store?
….that we do not know….
