tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453396022956997507.post1019324041995596398..comments2023-10-30T02:03:56.477-07:00Comments on The Native Sentimental Maniac: OptimisticLORD MANILA STONEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08053219425242608583noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453396022956997507.post-6622206158652173612007-11-21T06:59:00.000-08:002007-11-21T06:59:00.000-08:00Oh, the dreams... I remember them well.It actually...Oh, the dreams... I remember them well.<BR/><BR/>It actually reminds me of a funny event from my son's past. My son is a beautiful entity of mixed race. I'm white, his father is black. At the time of this event, however, I was married to an Italian man. One day, someone asked my son what he wanted to be when he grew up, and his answer was, "An Italian." *LOL* - Good luck with that one, kid! My son is much older now and has new dreams of being a psychologist and a business man with his hands in many cookie jars. I believe he can do it.<BR/><BR/>My daughter dreams of growing up and moving to England where she plans to rescue horses up for slaughter and train them to assist in working with special needs children in therapeutic riding. I believe she can do it.<BR/><BR/>I certainly never dreamed of growing up to be a waitress. From the age of four I knew I wanted to write. Throughout my twenties, I sought out that career with vigilance and vigor, but was exhausted with it by my thirties. Now, I accept that waitressing is what pays the bill, and blogging is what scratches the itch of the muse.<BR/><BR/>The good thing is, we're never too old to fulfill our dreams, and our dreams never stop forming.<BR/><BR/>I'm sure the Universe had a very good reason for placing you in a teaching position, and I have much respect for that occupation.<BR/><BR/><I>*Sparky*</I>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453396022956997507.post-83377487262904918472007-11-18T01:20:00.000-08:002007-11-18T01:20:00.000-08:00ako dream ko maging online writer. nag-susurf ka n...ako dream ko maging online writer. nag-susurf ka na, kumikita ka pa. haiiizzvinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00282010163305970753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453396022956997507.post-72191824120520600762007-11-17T18:38:00.000-08:002007-11-17T18:38:00.000-08:00I agree with your teachers... you really have a gi...I agree with your teachers... you really have a gift at writing. Every time I read your posts I could almost feel that I'm in your shoes. Keep up the good job!<BR/><BR/>Dreams... mmm when I was still a kid, I'd say I wanted to be a nurse because that's what my girl playmates said! Then came senior high school. I panicked because I still didn't have a career in mind. ^-^shierahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13053411553963722441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453396022956997507.post-2445187012278081092007-11-17T17:36:00.000-08:002007-11-17T17:36:00.000-08:00Hey Lord Manila Stone AKA Darna. I'll give you ano...Hey Lord Manila Stone AKA Darna. I'll give you another reason to be optimistic haha :)<BR/><BR/>I have a little something for you on my new post. Don't forget to 'claim' it ;)Black_Mambahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11609287384352441590noreply@blogger.com