lettres d'amour

January 1, 2012

Dear Bianca,

A happy twenty-twelve to you, wherever you’re at. I’m doing better these days, becoming very much a homey person. Spent New Year’s Eve at my relatives’ place instead of partying it up elsewhere with the crowds like I would do years ago. A good choice, I would say.

I quit my job so I am now terrified for the days and months to come. It scares me so much, and I do hope I’d be able to find a job that I could make it a career (as quote Bryanboy: Ok so the goal in 5 years is to make a lot of money with too many zeros so whenever I see price tags with 3 zeroes in it my heart wont skip.) in order to be filial towards my parents, (and to fund my shoe+wardrobe collection).

I miss you. I wish I was as carefree and fearless as you are to whatever un/expected that comes your way; your courage is the one thing I am most envious of. I fear too much; I have wrinkles etched deeply in my forehead now.

Once again, here’s to another year.

PS. I received a miniature cacti on New Year’s Eve, and named it Cacti.