Around 10 am earlier today I woke up to a really bad headache. And being that, I thought it was Saturday.

But then I thought really hard. Oh wait. No, it can't be Saturday. Because yesterday was Sunday. And Saturday definitely doesn't come after Sunday. So I concluded today was going to be really messed up.

Fortunately that hasn't come true. Yet. Haha.

So anyway, last Saturday, I was watching Arirang, and Pops in Seoul just finished. I didn't intend on watching Diplomacy Lounge, since I hardly cared about that stuff, but something made me stay and see who the guest was.

And voila. The Philippine Ambassador to Korea was the guest. My jaw dropped. You see, it has something to do with my course in college, and what I really wanted to be.

Developmental Studies is a very diverse course, as I've discovered. My mum said I could choose to continue medicine, or instead become an FSO, and someday become an ambassador. I snorted at the latter part, because honestly. I've thought about that before, but I've never really considered it as a course, much less a career.

So when that show (and that guest) came up, it got me thinking. What if I really wasn't meant to be a doctor? Maybe I was meant to be some amabassador or something. The rest of the day I was pondering on this, and then next day, Sunday, I said, Lord, gimme a sign. So I looked around for stuff that I could take as a sign. At first I considered really crazy stuff, like seeing a cockroach, and stuff like that. But then I looked up at the sky, and saw the weather and I was like, "Lord, if the sun shines today, I'll go and become an FSO or whatever. If it doesn't well, I'll just take whatever life has in store for me." And so for the rest of the day I repeatedly, anxiously looked up to the sky, somehow wishing for the sun to come out and assure me of my destiny.

But no. It didn't. Around lunchtime I said to Trixie, this is a bad omen. :x And that attitude continued on until we went to church. My mind was wandering off, and I wasn't really listening to the pastor's sermon, when it suddenly hit me: what if I didn't need a sign? What if God already somehow knew what I wanted, but I myself didn't? So I was all, okay then.

The ride home was a debate about my college and life after that. My mum said I could pass the FSO exam easily; written and verbal part. I was glad my mum had faith in me like that. My aunt didn't think so. She said I'd have difficulty passing the verbal part since I was so introverted and quiet, I'd have qualms about answering whatever question they threw at me. But my mum insisted I could do it, saying that she knew me, and I certainly wouldn't fail.

My mum's nice like that. When other people look down on you, she raises you back up.

Haha. Anyway, it was a tiring day yesterday. We went to a lot of places, considering my dad wasn't here. Haha. So till next time. :D

Around 10 am earlier today I woke up to a really bad headache. And being that, I thought it was Saturday.

But then I thought really hard. Oh wait. No, it can't be Saturday. Because yesterday was Sunday. And Saturday definitely doesn't come after Sunday. So I concluded today was going to be really messed up.

Fortunately that hasn't come true. Yet. Haha.

So anyway, last Saturday, I was watching Arirang, and Pops in Seoul just finished. I didn't intend on watching Diplomacy Lounge, since I hardly cared about that stuff, but something made me stay and see who the guest was.

And voila. The Philippine Ambassador to Korea was the guest. My jaw dropped. You see, it has something to do with my course in college, and what I really wanted to be.

Developmental Studies is a very diverse course, as I've discovered. My mum said I could choose to continue medicine, or instead become an FSO, and someday become an ambassador. I snorted at the latter part, because honestly. I've thought about that before, but I've never really considered it as a course, much less a career.

So when that show (and that guest) came up, it got me thinking. What if I really wasn't meant to be a doctor? Maybe I was meant to be some amabassador or something. The rest of the day I was pondering on this, and then next day, Sunday, I said, Lord, gimme a sign. So I looked around for stuff that I could take as a sign. At first I considered really crazy stuff, like seeing a cockroach, and stuff like that. But then I looked up at the sky, and saw the weather and I was like, "Lord, if the sun shines today, I'll go and become an FSO or whatever. If it doesn't well, I'll just take whatever life has in store for me." And so for the rest of the day I repeatedly, anxiously looked up to the sky, somehow wishing for the sun to come out and assure me of my destiny.

But no. It didn't. Around lunchtime I said to Trixie, this is a bad omen. :x And that attitude continued on until we went to church. My mind was wandering off, and I wasn't really listening to the pastor's sermon, when it suddenly hit me: what if I didn't need a sign? What if God already somehow knew what I wanted, but I myself didn't? So I was all, okay then.

The ride home was a debate about my college and life after that. My mum said I could pass the FSO exam easily; written and verbal part. I was glad my mum had faith in me like that. My aunt didn't think so. She said I'd have difficulty passing the verbal part since I was so introverted and quiet, I'd have qualms about answering whatever question they threw at me. But my mum insisted I could do it, saying that she knew me, and I certainly wouldn't fail.

My mum's nice like that. When other people look down on you, she raises you back up.

Haha. Anyway, it was a tiring day yesterday. We went to a lot of places, considering my dad wasn't here. Haha. So till next time. :D