If you think Law is IT for me, you’re mistaken. Don’t be fooled with my previous write-ups, both hailing and ranting about the learned profession. Law is just like pre-school, ya know, to reaching my ACTUAL dreams and ambitions. Here’s a sneak peek of what I’m REALLY going to be when I grow up:
BALLERINA. ‘Coz I love ‘em skintight leotards and tutus. But seriously. Four years of ballet cut short to turn me into a geek of some sort. When I got to see prima ballerina Liza Macuja perform in Swan Lake and in the flesh with all those other Russian danseuses, I just knew it. I envisioned myself in the center stage…until my mom burst my bubble in fifth grade when she decided on my behalf that ballet is mere superfluity to hardcore academics. So, I wonder if I can give it another shot…only that my flexibility powers seem to be all poofed out now. I can’t even do a decent split.
SHRINK. If I weren’t torturing myself reading SCRA and digesting the sometimes indigestible constitutional, civil, criminal and what-have-you cases, I’d be all the same torturing myself (at least in a close to masochistic way bwahaha) trying to understand the abstraction that is the mind. But what the hey?! Why would I want to understand how the brain works? Well, that’s a secret I won’t tell – at least not in public cyberspace. And please, no, it’s not out of some nerdy curiosity. I’m no nerd, UGH.
SWIMMER. Because h2o is pure love. And who can resist the smell of chlorine and sunscreen? Not me, dude, not moi. And the beach, of course, which I miss direly!!! Just a trivia though: You’d be surprised to know I was a bit hydrophobic when I was a kiddo. I was mega loser that I couldn’t even muster the guts to submerge my head in water for a splitsecond. But as always, I was able to (because I had to!) overcome my fear and turn it into awesome LOVE. Swimming is definitely the sports closest to my heart.
UN AMBASSADOR OF GOODWILL. Like Angelina Jolie - minus the tattoos and the paparazzi. I wouldn’t mind the Brad and the kids and the gorgeousness, though. *wink* Well, I’ve always considered myself pacifist in a lot of ways and “inclined” to “altruism” (but here’s a quick remark: I think that there’s actually an itty bitty tinge of self-service in altruism). In reminiscence, back in grade school, whenever a quarrel arose among friends you’d always find me in the middle – not wanting to take sides, trying to be the goody-goody mediator and the corny little peacemaker. ‘Coz I love my peace, baby! I love them hippies. HAHA Belligerence should be banned from this world. Tact and diplomacy rock, yo.
The next Aung San Suu Kyi.
BALLERINA. ‘Coz I love ‘em skintight leotards and tutus. But seriously. Four years of ballet cut short to turn me into a geek of some sort. When I got to see prima ballerina Liza Macuja perform in Swan Lake and in the flesh with all those other Russian danseuses, I just knew it. I envisioned myself in the center stage…until my mom burst my bubble in fifth grade when she decided on my behalf that ballet is mere superfluity to hardcore academics. So, I wonder if I can give it another shot…only that my flexibility powers seem to be all poofed out now. I can’t even do a decent split.
SHRINK. If I weren’t torturing myself reading SCRA and digesting the sometimes indigestible constitutional, civil, criminal and what-have-you cases, I’d be all the same torturing myself (at least in a close to masochistic way bwahaha) trying to understand the abstraction that is the mind. But what the hey?! Why would I want to understand how the brain works? Well, that’s a secret I won’t tell – at least not in public cyberspace. And please, no, it’s not out of some nerdy curiosity. I’m no nerd, UGH.
SWIMMER. Because h2o is pure love. And who can resist the smell of chlorine and sunscreen? Not me, dude, not moi. And the beach, of course, which I miss direly!!! Just a trivia though: You’d be surprised to know I was a bit hydrophobic when I was a kiddo. I was mega loser that I couldn’t even muster the guts to submerge my head in water for a splitsecond. But as always, I was able to (because I had to!) overcome my fear and turn it into awesome LOVE. Swimming is definitely the sports closest to my heart.
UN AMBASSADOR OF GOODWILL. Like Angelina Jolie - minus the tattoos and the paparazzi. I wouldn’t mind the Brad and the kids and the gorgeousness, though. *wink* Well, I’ve always considered myself pacifist in a lot of ways and “inclined” to “altruism” (but here’s a quick remark: I think that there’s actually an itty bitty tinge of self-service in altruism). In reminiscence, back in grade school, whenever a quarrel arose among friends you’d always find me in the middle – not wanting to take sides, trying to be the goody-goody mediator and the corny little peacemaker. ‘Coz I love my peace, baby! I love them hippies. HAHA Belligerence should be banned from this world. Tact and diplomacy rock, yo.
The next Aung San Suu Kyi.
KIDDING.
Or Lea Salonga.
PARTLY KIDDING.
Or Lara Croft.
NO KIDDING.
AT ALL.
AT ALL.
Okay, admittedly, the list seems more like frustrated fantasies than promising dreams.
Pero eto talaga NO JOKE…
Ang maging dakilang NANAY at LOLA at GREAT GRAND LOLA! O ano, akala mo lawyer pa din, no??? Boo.
I wasn’t super fond of kids before. But ever since I joined the kids’ ministry in church, I developed a fondness for the kiddos that grew to become admiration. Kids are the most awesome of the human race. They’re simple and pure and inoffensive and oozing with faith. Being surrounded with children makes me want to relive childhood, or rather, WANT to be a child all over again. Adults should sometimes unlearn being adults and relearn to be young again, to be youthful and childlike.
When you’re a kid, you have all these dreams. You can dream all you want, deaf to the world’s taunts and jeers. And the greatest part is, in a kid’s little world, there are absolutely NO LIMITS!
And when I say no limits, I mean being a Justice of the Supreme Court flying to the moon, being likewise an astronaut who’s pastoring millions and gazillions of stars while taking care of her brood tagging along in a space craft and being the perfect wife to a handsome alien husband from planet Krypton.
Nah, of course I’m just kidding.
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