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This joke made me laugh today.

Sometimes all you have to cry out are the words “My Life Sucks!!!” which consist of two or more exclamation marks and not to mention, how different people can pronounce it differently and in a gruesome, surprising way. Sadly, most of us living being never had the chance to assess and recognize what GOOD things accompanied us in the sidewalks and perhaps these unseen miracles shift their gears to a higher level and had overtaken us and yes, we never noticed.

We never become aware that we already fill a bucket full of complaints, the never ending obsession of retail therapies that we heartily know that it will never satisfy us forever or how we settle on unimportant insecurities that we keep on comparing ourselves to other people even if we know that we are genuine and unique or how we demand so much into something better but in the back of our minds all we needed are always beside us… waiting to be seen, or maybe we pride ourselves to much that we already cause too much hurt to the people who loves us more than we love ourselves. There are times that we never accept compromises because we are too right even if we are too wrong. We are always staring too far but we have forgotten how to appreciate things circling us. Even the littlest, simplest, overlooked spot ” everything should be appreciated.

I, I who concentrated more on the negativity of my own faults that I never felt the wind whispered that I am so much blessed with graces and with people who care so much about me. I now know that things happen for a reason cliché, even some people oppose me, hey! Later, in your life, you just wake up in the morning and you’ll realize “Hmm, right.”

In my gratefulness of what is currently, formerly and the after that’s… I want to extend my Thank Yous to the biggies and shorties of my life.

Thank you for finding the courage of resigning to work where I realized that this going gone has a good effect on me especially in exploring on more bumpy roads.

Thank you for the excitement and worries that I am presently feeling meaning that I am looking forward for better things and for the worst challenges in catwalks.

Thank you for my catching asthma, you’ll learn whose concern about your health and will give you “Get Well Soon” remarks.

Thank you for the simple smile from a stranger that it suddenly fades the worries you are having even if it only takes a minute or two.

Thank you for the penny left in my pocket, meaning I have to learn more on saving and prioritizing on more important things.

Thank you for still eating healthy and sweet food three times a day (fyi: actual food intake is 5-7 times a day) meaning we are too much blessed.

Thank you for the 19year old kid who gave his seat on me, meaning they are still people who know what is the meaning of chivalry.

Thank you for all my friends who serves as my 911, my comedians, my stage supporters, for the healing that they are offering me when I am wounded, for being my Patrick Star even if they can’t barely understand my concerns they will stick to your toughest rock and will 100% sure they wanted to be glued to you even on how stupid or dumb you two might look like.

Thank you for the people who became a part of my first corporate world experience. Who teaches me how to fight hard, not to give up, appreciating the littlest achievements and for tuning me on how to lead, not only in career but more in life.

Thank you that I took Information Technology instead of Nursing. If I took nursing, maybe still, I am struggling the leakage issues last 2005.

Thank you for the projects that I have handled and with that I have learned a lot technically and for implementing number of systems.

Thank you for John Mayer who accompanied me while I am composing this entry. Who inspires me to be a superwoman, to appreciate the playful words, to go gaga in his albums and for wishing that he’s just a boy next door (literally!).

Thank you for the push that is now, currently PUSHING me.

Thank you for the pull where I realized that gravity is real and all I have to do is to live with it no matter how hard or how cruel the output may be.

Thank you for my 3 virtual lovely dogs whose names are Koko, Jaja and Hanhan who keeps me company and for making me want to keep a Golden Retriever, Dalmatian and a German Shepherd in the future.

Thank you for my Manay who serves as my second mom. Who never gets pissed when I am on my way to conquer the whole mankind with annoyance and 24 hours nag. Who cares for me so much and for always asking me “Ne, kumaen ka na?” [Ne, have you eaten already?] or “Ano gusto mong baon bukas?” [What food do you want me to pack for you tomorrow?] or “May bente ka dyan?” [Do you have 20 bucks?]

Thank you for my family who is always there, who never left.

Thank you for my cousin Charo who never fail to make me laugh with her true to life jokes.

Thank you for my little cousins who are so keen to see me and asking for my kiss. They are the reason why I wanted to be a child again. They let me see the world in a different, better place that no other adults ever did.

Thank you that my Mamoi and Papoi are still strong enough to absorb my stubbornness, keeps an eye on me, be as protective as possible even if it irritates me more than they know it, to laugh out loud when I made a funny joke, accompanies me when wherever to shop or movies, enjoys travel as much as I do and always have a ready hug and kiss when I made an overly head scratch mistake which only means they love me so much and that they don’t want to give me up to anyone.

Thank you for Keko who not only acts as the one who gives happiness in my life but for always listening in my break outs, who makes it a point to hit my head when it becomes to hard to handle, who says the best and the worst part in me, who always have free hugs exclusively for me, for being the best critic, the spongebob squarepants, the impulsive debater, for the shoulder to whom I always want to rub my nose, who never gets tired of understanding me, for being the best friend that anyone would have wanted, who is always there to hold my hand.. tight, who is the reason why I am not afraid to trip over because I know he is the reason I badly want to stand up again, accepting and loving me for who I was, who I am… not for what I have and what I can be, just the plain me.

Thank you for my dearest Lord who is so patient and who is always too eager to know my stories at the end of the day.

… Too much of my gratefulness and appreciation, this is not the end, the longer list is with me.

Now it was spelled DIOMS . Is it really hard to spell my name, they can’t barely understand it or did I just mispronounced my nick? Nah, Joms , Dioms or Dyoms (and any other style on how to spell it) sounds the same. Oh well, as long as it points to the same me, that’s fine.

Extras:
wiki - Idioms
some more extras

Bicycle was invented in Europe (which at first I thought it was in China) in nineteen hundreds which became the world’s most popular, cheapest and the simplest vehicle that provides recreation, activity which is used as a toy, fitness, military applications, courier services, and sports. It becomes the most efficient self-powered, energy-efficient, environment-friendly means of transportation.

Which also according to Einstein — “Life is like riding a bicycle, in keeping your balance you must keep moving.” — and unfortunately for me, I don’t even know how to ride a bike.

Why is it when slowly your final encounters with someone or something is finally over, people will finally recognize you. Not in a special way but are showing interest and in such enthusiast to know your significance. Why is that only when you already starts counting your working days and ruining all your plans, this bump-into-scenarios keeps on happening? It is flattering that no one have had any negative feedback on me going gone. But more on, “I am comfortable working with you”, “I prefer working with you..”, “You are good in your field..” and some questioning me.. “Why?!?” which still, I haven’t constructed the best answer. Why is that only when tick-tacks of the clock cannot be stopped? Why only when things are on its way to end, things are ending and after things have ended?

Ngirk.