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Sunday, October 10, 2010

Flashback <")

Flashback <3:<3

18 years of survival had not been so easy for me. I've had mistakes and they were perfectly made, honestly. I've made achievements, enough for me to say that those years did not become a waste.
Childhood was beautiful for me. That I used to wish then, that it would never last. I was ordinary just like any kid of my age during those days, except that I prefer scribbling and reading while everybody else of my age was busy playing games outside their backyards. I have few friends until I was 6. We do not have lots of neighbors because we always prefer a quiet surrounding with green sceneries until now. I used to ride a swing tied on the branches of the tree with wide shades. I climbed trees and rode a bicycle. I was typical.
I grew up having an intact closeness with my parents. I call them Tatay and Inay. They are the sweetest. The most caring. The most loving. The most supportive. They are my shelters and vitamins. My elder siblings were the ones who taught me how to read and write that in the end I preferred not to continue my Kindergarten years. I preferred to be homeschooled. And I got honors when I started my elementary days.
Elementary days… were chaotic but colorful. I was a teacher’s pet and my favorite tambayan was our library. Reading every single word in the covers and pages of the books and encyclopedia. I became loud and opinionated. I’ve had fights and arguments with the higher-graders in the street when going home. But those were great experiences because I learned how to defend myself and my principles.
.Tatay used to fetch me up from school. He used to bring me umbrella when there were heavy downpours. While Inay was waiting for us in the terrace of the house. The happiest moments were during recognitions. It was wonderful when I would step up on the stage with my parents and they would pin the ribbons on the left part of my uniform. I could see the beams of pride in their brown, sparkling eyes. Me? I was proud of them.
High School days were memorable. I begun to write for the school organ and made me more proud of myself giving me enough confidence to write more and accept criticisms and compliments. It was wonderful seeing my pieces on our publications, being read by the students, being praised by the teachers. I became the editor-in-chief during my last year. It was exhausting but fulfilling. I became dedicated with my chosen career that time – to be a writer. I was responsible enough to meet deadliest deadlines and I was grateful for having good staffers and mentors. I was indebted to them when it comes to my happiness during those years.  I met my real friends. That even now that we are studying in different universities, we still try to catch up, share problems, stories, laugh together. I also fell in love for the first time when I was in high school. That was true. He was a senior student then, I was a freshie. It started with glances and smiles through the windows of our classrooms facing each other. And the rest is history. I became his girl friend and we will be turning four years this October. J
I graduated in high school with flying colors. I belonged to the Top 10 Best students of our graduating class. It was fulfilling seeing my family together among other families while I was on the stage the whole ceremony. They were beaming with so much pride. It was priceless.
I chose to study here in Manila for college. Yes, I decided to live here but my heart was left with my family in the province. I tried to be responsible. I began taking care of all the things in my life. From my clothes to my foods. It is not easy especially when I went here without anything. I was not taught how to wash clothes, cooked food, cleaned the house. I used to cry when I would feel the hunger. I became thin during my 1st year in college. I experienced the first flood in my life = Ondoy. I was turning 18 3 days before the typhoon. That was a disaster. I was not able to celebrate my birthday except that I was able to go to Taal Church with my boyfriend. How could I celebrate? While the rest of the people around me were in great depth of sorrow? But of course, it was memorable.
 I became more rational after my 18th birthday. I still tried to be matured, responsible and grown-up. And I am still trying until now. J)
It was so fast. For 18 years, I have met my chosen friends. They are few because they are the most treasured. I have realized my dream in life. I have decided lots of worthy things for myself. I have tried washing my clothes and cooking instant foods like pancit canton and corned beef J I have witnessed my sisters and brother getting married to their better halves, leaving to me the responsibilities I have to shoulder in the future. It was scary but challenging. I have experienced taking care of my nephews and nieces. I was able to show other people how strong I am at times. And they have seen me at my weakest points in life. For 18 years, I have survived this thing called life in this big, hideous world.
 Now, another year is about to start unfolding for me. And I can say, I have started growing up, learning things on my age and finding the reasons why I live. :)