What Am I Ten Years From Now

17 + 10 = 27

I do like thinking about the future. Reason why I'm choosy in everything and so as to my decisions that questions like "Would this be good for me..? What if..? Is she/he/this the best..?" are always ahead to my motion. I'm not afraid to make mistakes. It is just that being a futuristic person helps me to be more concern and more careful about everything. And, everything is a piece of future.

I have been asking myself, "What am I 10 years from now?" What would I become in all aspects after ten years? — In profession, as an individual, as a Filipino citizen, as a woman, as a lover, as a leader and follower, as a daughter, and as a writer.

Ten years from now I will be 27. Ripe. Mature. I may have my babies that time. I may have already my own family. I may have bought DSLR, house and lot, laptop and maybe built my own business. I may have already my own library. I may have visited Greece and Italy. I may have talked to my favorite singers and writers. I may have be a part of church, community, school or national organizations. I may have been the one I wanted to be throughout. But all these things will not then lie to the true meaning of satisfaction in life.

There are something more that, I know, God is directing me. But, until now, I have to figure out what are those things. I need to find myself. I need to wander across the roads. I need to be with Him, always.

I want to be a writer. I want to be an English professor. I want to be a Psychologist. I want to be an engineer. I want to serve my community. I want to influence people. I want to make disciples. I want to be the best me when I am still breathing.

One thing I have to stick and deal with—“I WANTs” needed to turn in “I WILL DOs.”

How to Cook Rice

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Step-by-step procedure :

• Put an ideal measurement of rice grain in a rice pot (could be measure by cups or by kilograms)

• The rice is washed two or three times with tap water

• The rice grain is strained to finally rinse off the dusty starches

• Add water

• The rice and water are measured

• Rice is boiled for 20-25 minutes

• The heat is turned down and the lid is opened slightly.

• Wait until slightly dried

• The lid is closed tightly

• Then... serve

(Note: I seldom cook rice and what procedures I've written here may not be good enough for you to follow. Unfortunately, I do often end up my cooking unsuccessful. These are just based on my experience. And, this is a warning.. :D )

Touch me Not

11pm, I think, is the earliest time when all of my siblings will bed down (except Ed who is an owl). I haven't taken coffee. No wonder why drowse tapped me so early that I decided to drop off onto mama and papa's bed. Sounds unpleasing but they both let me sleep there. I didn't care at all. I just want to sleep until I found something odd.

Before sleeping

I positioned straight half a meter away from them. I had a square pillow and did not manage to have another one to hug with—it may occupy more space—I thought. With my blanket covered me from head to toe, I finally said to myself that I can now sleep and I will no longer bother mama and papa.

Zzzzzzzzz….

While sleeping

It was drawing near 2 in the morning when a cold air hustled inside. Unwanted it was, I’m awakened.  I searched for my phone and lighted up the people who I was with—checking if they were also awakened or not. Somebody snored. I forgot I was on the other bed. Nah, I’m with papa and mama.

I was about to alter on my bed when I noticed that papa slept like a cat. His head bent forward like it was to touch his knee. Weird. Another weird thing, mama slept like a bottle. No curves, no poses, just straight as what she was before she slept. And the most weird thing, they positioned oppositely like mama’s feet was on papa’s head and papa’s feet was on mama’s head. Yeah, I did mock secretly and asked myself,”ganito ba talaga ‘pag matanda na?” Well, I had observed them passed months ago and they really are.

In the morning

I just then realized that mama and papa aren't sweet. They don’t hug. They don’t say I love you, honey or so. For short, and maybe, “they’re old”.

Say "NO!" to what?!

Protest is said to be risky. Well, it's still be upon on how it is being done—violent or non-violent—both still imprint impact to our society irrespective of its objective.

This is not like what I always see on television nor that of I always hear that somebody, and even a number of people, die.  This is not what I, sometimes, try to imagine that I palpably raising and waving protest placards and shouting like “No to RH Bill… No to Divorce Bill…” This is actual and my first time indeed to protest, to peacefully rally for truth. This is just our activity in Values Education but honestly, after settling the venture, I came out to a bundle of questions and realizations. Yes it may be unrealistic because we didn't reach hundred heads and we just had done it on our campus but it was really an indelible experience that until now, it makes me think if I will do the same thing again or just better take pictures of it.

It was approaching 12pm when we aligned to two opposite lines along our corridor. We were all wearing our school uniforms. We had our bond papers (as our placards) in which different slogans are written on it. All of it were something to do with "truth". I felt excited to ramp our placards around the campus and it tickled more my impulse to protest.

We started our journey. Unexpected it was, I perceived shame after witnessing the disappointed faces of teachers and students who seriously discussing their lessons. Yes, we disturbed them. They are all looking at us like they almost want to say "stop!" 

By then I realized, I'd better pray and write than to do such things.