Why would you let me stay here?

Should have, would have, could have: the past that could not go back to Hypothetically speaking and deep language arises to shallow, as I state that this blog post should have been posted last 31 August 2012, but since my (un)consistent self of free time did not allow me to think of posting one blog post, here it is: I had to wake up around 5:30 on a Friday morning because of one thing: it's my Visa Interview day! My schedule was at 9:00AM, so my Dad and I decided to leave the house at 7. Just about the half of the expressway, we were already stuck in parking lot traffic. My Dad was so stressed and kept telling me that we should have had left a little more early. When the stress happened, my already nervous self, became more stressed and nervous as ever. My Dad decided to switch paths and had gone through Pasay instead of passing through Manila, which is a genius idea (I must say). We reached the Embassy around 8:30AM, just in time to breathe before the schedule.

I seriously thought that I did not make it, but I guess my calculations were wrong. HAHA Achieved!  Thank you Lord, so much blessings, so little time. :D

While this surreal feeling is abundant in my chest, let me write this down because this feeling would never happen again because... ... I passed my first ever job interview in my whole life! and it's just not even a compromised job that I would take if ever I lose all my hopes up. lol I honestly didn't felt that nervous before the interview because I only had little intentions of going through this job (I, honestly, just tried it out of sheer blue), but I guess, God gave me what's best for me (hopefully). And I will be forever grateful if this pushes through. But then, I don't want to jinx it because I still have another (terror-ed) interview to pass! Thank you Lord for giving me this blessing! :D