Three years. Three long years. Three exciting years since that day. That wonderful graduation day. The day I welcomed the life outside school. Three years and this I say, is true—that the kind of memories we leave behind yesterday, the kind of things that we can look forward to tomorrow, all depends on what we choose to do today.
Just a brief halt from my 365 Dream marathon… Buko Salad Dreams turns three today. Yay! Three years. Three wonderful years. I only wanted to share to the whole world the beautiful journey I had at the Land of the Morning Calm—South Korea. It was a dream come true for me. In fact, the first time I realize that yes, dreams do come true. And three years later, I’m now collecting dreams, sending a shout out to the universe—these dreams, yes, these dreams, let them fly. Set them free. Make them come true.
I don’t have extravagant plans for today. Only that I’m listening to this soulful song, I hope you do too. Remembering the first time I ate Kimchi and the letter I made for him. That thai movie I loved and that bus ride going north. This liquid dreams and and this very first post. They’re all memories now, immortalized by my Buko Salad Dreams.
I wonder, how come nobody asked why it’s called that way? Maybe people understood. I may not know how, but maybe they understood. I’ve been understood, has always been. I just found it difficult to accept this reality because I have been stuck in this cloud of senseless dreams for so many years. I’ve gotten used to them.
It’s been three years, or maybe even more. And I guess, it’s about time to wake up, turn these dreams into a series of coffee breaks, into countless mornings and sunsets, into never ending tales of love and misadventures. It’s time to rise and shine, Joan.
Because happiness is letting go of what you think your life is supposed to look like and celebrating it for everything that it is. –Mandy Hale
I’d like to give myself a tap on the shoulder because 206 posts later, I know, I feel, I’ve become a better version of me. I’m still ambling the rough road. But I know deep inside, Joan version 2.0 is there, waiting for me to arrive.
Cheers to Buko Salad Dreams. And allow me to welcome… The Pinay Weekender. Soon. Let’s love weekends together. This October.