At 24

June 6, 2006

I saw this post at peyups a while ago and I must say, I was quite amused at how the author brought her points across.  So I thought of doing the same thing:  listing all the things I’ve ever wanted since I was a toddler.  Credits to habibi, (whoever you are) for the idea, least I be charged with plagiarism, tehehehehehe.

At 4, all I wanted was to please my mom, to read my storybooks and to grow up.

At 5, all I wanted was to read, learn to do math and make my nanny cry.

At 6, all I wanted was to be near my crush, be on top of my pre-school class and read those “big books”.

At 7, all I wanted was to wallow in self-pity and remember that certain things happen even to good people.

At 8, all I wanted was to be on top of my class, make my parents proud and find something I am good at.

At 9, all I wanted was to finish the “Nancy Drew” and “Hardy Boys” collection, rid myself of those pesky classmates of mine who were, *gasp*, courting me, and still be on top of my class.

At 10, all I wanted was to be with my first unofficial boyfriend (hehehehehhehe).

At 11, all I wanted was to learn why boyfriend number 1 left me for my bestfriend two months after, harness my budding talent in writing and see my name in the school paper.

At 12, all I wanted was to transfer to another school, be a writer and be with people who would accept me for who and what I am.

At 13, all I wanted was to go back to my former school, be with my elementary friends, and be accepted in my new environment.

At 14, all I wanted was to be noticed by my unrequited love, win all the writing contests in my school for the second year and find true friends.

At 15, all I wanted was to become a CAT officer, gain acceptance from people who frown on my relationship with the math wizard of our batch, and never be away from him.

At 16, all I wanted was to nurture the relationship, be a journalism student, pass all the college entrance exam that I will take, and never be away from my high school friends.

At 17, all I wanted was to transfer to Journalism (which I never got to do), for my boyfriend to transfer to Diliman, get over Math 11, and keep all my relationships close.

At 18, all I wanted was to do good in my course, make my parents proud and gain the acceptance of my bf’s father.

At 19, all I wanted was to get over Accounting 1, get through Sir Saguil without being eaten alive, and be introduced to my bf’s family.

At 20, all I wanted was to finish college, get a job, make my parents proud and moreso, make myself proud.

At 21, all I wanted was to get job and swim with dolphins.

At 22, all I wanted was to keep all my relationships from falling apart.

At 23, all I wanted was to move on from failed relationships, romantic and otherwise, learn how to pick up the pieces of my life, to forgive and to forget.

At 24, all I wanted was to make the new relationship work, see New Zealand, and make my parents proud.

I am three months shy of turning 25.  I wonder if my “wants” have changed by then.

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Again, thanks to habibi for the ideas and the words.