Recently, I unearthed the aspirations I once resolved of accomplishing. I've shoe-boxed them when I turned twenty-three yet I'm taking them out now not just for sheer sentimentality but also because I remember my dreams very well. While fulfilling them is a far more challenging process than the one I've always imagined it to be -- and being walloped in the head by the nagging realization that yes, I may not be able to attain them all -- I am far from getting disheartened. There always is something I could -- will achieve and I might as well have a ball while I'm at it.
And so, here are the things I want to do before I die. It is, after all, the possibility of living them that makes life and everything else interesting.
- Volunteer for Habitat for Humanity or Gawad Kalinga or Jesuit Volunteers of the Philippines.
- Learn how swim properly. Master a stroke. Um, breast stroke, I suppose.
- Earn my diver's license and explore the depths. Must have at least one sharky encounter.
- Ride a shrieking ambulance. Not as patient but a mere passenger, thank you very much.
- Send a kid to school. Anonymously.
- Travel. Visit Paris, Thailand, Australia, Italy, Germany, Russia and Indonesia.
- Re-learn the French and Spanish languages. No hablo Español! Je ne comprends pas!
- Sky dive. Bungee jump. Conquer Mt. Apo. Live for adventure. I am this --> <-- close to coaxing my partners-in-crime into ziplining in some Cagayan de Oro ravine and tasting the city's white water rafting adventure with me.
- Plant trees. Each must've a tree book, you know, like what babies and puppies have.
- Buy the car of my dreams. Make sure to have enough savings for gas. Haha.
- Learn how to play another musical instrument. The violin would be nice. Or cello. Or the harp. I was told my maternal grandma knew how to play the last one.
- Plan road trips with bosom buddies. Discover the country from its southern ends up to its northern tips by road.
- Write letters, put 'em inside balloons, inflate (yes Dan, with helium) and let go.
- Start a garden and nurture my green thumb.
- Indulge the kid in me and visit Six Flags and Disneyland theme parks.
- Enhance my culinary skills. Bake cookies, improve my adobo, learn how to cook Thai and chicken curry and paella! Ack.
- Fill out a decent ensemble of two strips of spandex. I'm still struggling with weight gain.
- Play basketball with my male bestfriend again. Or paintball with better half.
- Get married. Make babies. In that particular order.
- Teach. Or become a teacher. Or just teach.
- Buy all the books in my wish list and build a library.
- Sketch. Paint. Mold clays. Again.
- Go to Siargao and ride the waves.
- Fly kites, sail paper boats, make origami, climb rooftops and stargaze with my niece.
- Get published. School papers don't count.
- Watch and hear Incubus and Coldplay perform live.
- Go on a pilgrimage. Strengthen my faith. Argue with my soul.
- Explore the entire island of Camiguin by foot.
- Teach Mati how to finger dance so we can play together, and be this totally annoying stage aunt who points and shoots obsessively during her recitals.
- Go karting with my brother. Also, splurge in an expensive remote controlled car set, challenge him to a race and beat him, hopefully.
- Enjoy the festivals the Philippines has to offer.
- See Raymund Fortun in the flesh! My sister already beat me to this.
- Meet all of my blog friends especially Fencesitter. Hahaha. (It goes without saying that I want to meet everybody, and I do mean everybody. I mentioned Fence because I have a thing for accountants -- the same way some people I know have a thing for those whose names starts with letter R.)
- Celebrate my birthday with a Jollibee kiddie party! Yeah, baby!
Tell me, what are yours?
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