Journal Entry 11: Joan Jet

I don’t know when it happened. Maybe it was when we signed our contracts. Maybe it was when we were sat beside each other during training. Maybe it was the first time we laughed until we cried because of a Youtube video. Was it the countless times we went to the rest room? Or the in-between laughters during a tiring day. Was it when you were so supportive of me during my kilig moments? You sucked at containing your kilig for me. Maybe that time you were there when I couldn’t help but cry. I guess it was also all the chikas we swore we wouldn’t tell anyone else. And when we finish each other’s thoughts and sentences. Maybe it was all these and all the litte things. I don’t know when it happened but I realized God gave me another best friend. I thought after college, when I get to the ‘real world’, I wouldn’t find another person I’d consider as a best friend but I did.

Thank you for making my adulting days less shitty. My heart aches at the thought of us parting ways. Huhuhuhu. You know naman how ma-drama I am. Happy Birthday, . Love you, girl! Gotchu always.


Journal Entry 009: Messed Up but not Giving Up

As I wake up alone every morning, and after making that hot cup of instant coffee or eating instant noodles for brunch, I think to myself if I can do this still. If I can still stand hearing another Australian newsreader, with that deep accent, reminding me to type in what he or she is saying. If I can still stand that kind of leader who doesn’t even know how to be one. If I can still stand very unpredictable traffic, where my commute can be 20 minutes only or an hour. If I can still stand the fact that I’m a ‘promdi’ in a really big city without close family.
Then I think of my future travels, and how I dream to go to every Disney theme park in the world. Then I think of my pride, what would my relatives say if they see me come home, telling me that I haven’t ‘leveled up’, discouraging me instead of comforting me. Then I think of my co-workers, whom I have gotten so close with that I can call them my friends. Would they miss me if I quit because I know I would if they left. Then I think of my mom, who doesn’t want a disappointment, even more when she has always been so supportive of me. Then I think of my dad, who I always look up to, telling myself that he doesn’t want a quitter, that he isn’t a quitter. Then I think of my fate, what would become of me if I give up now and where would I stand. Then I think of myself, and that I’m sure I don’t want this ever… but I have to own up to it, for the sake of experience, for the sake of not quitting, for the sake of being independent, for the sake of everything and everyone above.
And I realize that this is just another hurdle I’ll be able to jump, a level in a game that I will finish, just another phase in my life that will soon be over. My dreams will soon come true and I have to remind myself that I have to work hard for it.
– Joan