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May 07, 1987. At Children’s Hospital, Novaliches, Quezon City. A baby girl was born. The third child of a simple couple, which at that time was a resident of 129 West Ave. The child was me.

A year after I was born, my parents decided to move to Bliss, Pag-asa, Quezon City. And with not much freedom and capability to decide for myself, I tagged along with them. At one year old I was a baby living at the top floor of one of the many four story buildings that comprise BLP Condominium.

I was around three years old when I first had a taste of a foreign land. In one of our grandest years, we had spent our vacation at Hongkong. Don’t ask me about it now; without pictures, I don’t know how else to remember it.

At four, I started studying. I was enrolled at a small educational institution called Child Stimulation Center. It was small, but it hired teachers who graduated from different UP campuses.

As early as four, I already realized my astoundingly fast ability to memorize. I realized that when I was to recite a poem entitled “Kalamazoo the (stupid) Kangaroo!” However also at the same age, I figured out a huge upset to my brand new talent. I found out that I have a relatively short-term memory. Almost 75% of what I’ve amazingly memorized in more or less 5 minutes will stay stuck in my mind (without review) within in a maximum length of two straight days (Maximum…as in it rarely happens). Beyond that, pretend I’ve unknowingly caught amnesia.

My first medals I got when I graduated from both nursery and kinder. I was the most outstanding student, then the first honor. It never really mattered to me, but I know how much it meant for my dear parents. And it created a bit of a pressure in the subsequent years.

During my six years in elementary, I became a theatre group member, a dance artist, a girl with a dream of becoming a future housewife, an indoor girl, a computer geek, a daydreamer, a ‘feeling’ librarian, a couch potato, a diehard anime fan, a visual artist, a frustrated writer, a TRUANT, a constant fixture at quiz bees, drawing contests and essay writing flicks, OD’s best friend and also school journalist. After six years of elementary challenges in three different schools, I emerged first honorable mention on March 2000 graduation day.

The dark ages of my life were both on the later part of my elementary and beginning of my college years. I kept one of them as a secret so to not awake the ghosts of my past. (Shucks!)

Although, the height of our economic stability was during elementary, I consider highschool as the happiest stage of my life, especially during the later part. I learned to let go of my problems regarding other people’s heaping expectations, especially the one that comes from my parents. For once, I was living the life of an average student. I was not a part of the cream section and the school paper. I freed myself of extracurricular responsibilities. But since Ateneo was requiring students to have at least one club, I was forced to join AECS. A school based organization that was very unproductive. It was supposed to be an environment-concerned org. but it turned out to be the wisest choice for students who wanted to spend their club period eating kwek-kwek and drinking sodas at the school canteen.
There were also a lot of things about me that amazed me during elementary and high school. Like I’ve mentioned earlier, I was a truant…well I am still a truant. And probably it already courses through my veins and arteries. And during those days when the maximum number of absences (before one is considered a drop-out) was 40, I was practicing absenteeism for more or less a month straight. By the time I got back to school, it was already the end of the first quarter. What shock most people including me, is after three months of exerting effort (of an average student who is always present), I will emerge as the top 1 of the class. ‘^_^

I wasn’t really the kind of person who gives out her best in what she does especially after the dark ages of my life. Before I admit, I am quite diligent. I was always researching ahead the topics of my subjects. I am used to reporting and I was very vocal in class. The truth is that the only reason why I’m pushing myself so hard to reach the top is to be able to impress those people who constantly expect me to surprise them with more and more accomplishments. I was afraid that I might let them down…afraid that I might not be able to be the person they expect me to be. T_T (I just don’t know why I like pleasing people, even if the saying that goes as ‘you can’t please everyone’ have long become a cliché’.)

So until now, even in college, I never yet experienced not being able to sleep or have acne cover my entire face. Well I do have eyebugs though, but mind you, I have eyebugs ever since I was born. I don’t think it will go away with a couple of sliced cucumbers.

I was an inconsistent honor student during highschool. But during graduation, I never got the same limelight as during elementary. But it’s ok! On those four years I was a computer geek, a team captain of the our volleyball team who got hit by a volleyball on the face, a careless student, a common fixture at the school’s canteen, an essay contest third placer, a student teacher, a frustrated visual artist, an angel to some people’s eyes while a devil to some others, a student taunted with name-callings such as nerd, and sineskwela, a two time president of the class, a social drinker, a candidate for prom queen, an absentee, a person to earn 2 suspensions or six jugs for not bringing her book, exploding a magic pop, being late, talking while the teacher is talking, and changing seats with some classmate, a girl who got married (on a marriage booth) twice to different persons on the same day, and the only one labeled as a “role model” student by a teacher to get a grade of C on conduct. (How ironic!)

At 17, my mind wasn’t that clear about what specific road to choose after highschool. Although, I took UPCAT and passed, I was not sure of what course am I going to take or if I really want to continue with UP Mindanao. Within my three years in ADDU, I learned to love the Ignatian principles and of course the environment which cradles my blue blooded (as in Atenean) friends and at the time, which includes my past boyfriend.

And because of this confusion, my life went to another rocky road. That rocky road continued even until I went back to UP to continue with my initial course which was Communication Arts. My first year in UP Mindanao was a bit indescribable, in a sense that I have mixed emotions about the place, the people, studies and my life as an irregular student. I was actually losing interest in studying. And when my love life turned rocky as well, it went worst for me though not immediately. Last, last semester’s TCG (true copy of grades) I got a GWA (general weighted average) of 2.88 and beside it was a small cursive handwriting that says ‘warning’. I earned 4, inc. (incomplete), and drop all at the same semester. (Refer to my TCG 2nd Sem 05-06.) It was only during last semester that I had my inspiration back and for the first time in two years, I really felt like studying and going back on track. That was right after I recovered from my frustration over my broken childhood dream of marrying my first and last sweetheart. (Yuck! Mushy Stuff…)

Now I don’t know whether I am now back on the track, or I still feel like hibernating this semester. But one thing is for sure I am very much excited for our upcoming practicum in both the print and radio industries this January. I hope there’ll be a lot exciting moments to come and my life will be sweeter than it is now.

P.S. I don’t need a love life to prove that life can be sweet… But I don’t deny the fact that life is sweeter when you have someone else to share it with. ^^

Anyway to end this blog, I will have to say once again and for all that this is my life and basically it revolves around academics, loved ones and of course me. It may not be that interesting for you, and you may not at all find it special, but for me this is earth, my heaven and my hell. And everything I’ve known now and all the things that I have become, I owe it all to the bittersweet experiences of my past and my present. Still, no one knows about the future, but I am always hoping that it will be better than that of the yesterday.

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