Of Getting a Job and Other Things.

I, after months of being unemployed, finally get a job. Actually, this job offer's been waiting for me for months, even before I graduated from college. And then the time came when we finally talked about this job offer. I can still remember it so vividly.

One Sunday after the Feast, Tito Bo and I decided that we should talk about my "job offer". He gave me a week to decide, but instead it took me 3 weeks to decide. And during our annual youth camp, I talked to Tito Bo said that I couldn't accept the job offer. But still, Tito Bo smiled and told me that he understood, and if all else fails, he'll still be willing to give me a job.

So months went by. And well, to cut the long story short, everything else failed. I've applied for so many jobs. Then got other job offers. But they were never the ones that I wanted. And in the end, I returned to my very first job offer. I remember my friends' reactions when they found out that I declined the job offer. I was being too picky, they said. A job offer like that rarely comes, and yet I still had the guts to say no. And now they laugh at me, telling me, "Dun ka din pala babalik". Yeah. But you know what? I am where God wants me to be. He has a purpose of why it took me so long to finally grab that opportunity, just like how long it took for Adrian and I to get together... but hey, that's another story. All that matters is that, I finally have a job, and yes, I'm finally at peace with this decision.

Of Cheesiness.

I found this in My Documents while I was cleaning up my computer. I was amazed (and still moved) by this letter. Never did I imagine that I could write something like this in my entire life... EVER. But then again, like most people, I write best when there's an outpour of emotions. So I decided to share this letter I wrote months back. I'm warning you, it's hella cheesy. I'm protecting this person's identity, because I don't want everybody to know for whom this letter is. Here it is:

Cheese.

Dear Brando,

I have to say goodbye. I am not doing this because I don't care about you anymore... In fact, it's because I do.

I need to distance myself from you. If I continue to talk to you, see you, and text you like I used to, nothing would change, we might as well have not said good bye. You need to let me go in order to grow.

If I continue to lead you on like this, I would be selfish and immature. I have to stick to my decision once and for all. I chose Fajardo over you, and because of this decision, you are now my friend. ONLY my friend.

I loved you, I chose to love you at one moment in my life and this good bye is in itself an act of love. I love you, that is why I need to say good bye. You need to grow from this experience.

I am not saying good bye forever, and I am not eradicating you from my life. I'm still here, standing by until we are both ready to enter this friendship again.

So good bye for now. I hope that everything goes well for you. I keep you in my prayers. 

Take care.
Niki