Twenty-first of October, year Nineteen Hundred Eighty Seven - aside from Michael Jackson's Bad hitting Billboard's topspot and the Philippine administration jeopardized with coups - in the midst of busy people rushing on their work, in a building full of pepole some rejoicing and some in somber, in a room of people in white and green scrubs... I began, I was born, I was brought into life...
At an innocent phase of my life, I struggled. I came out blue from my mother's womb caused by the umbilical cord wrapped around my body that made it hard for me to breathe and grasp for air. I survived. Little did I know, I am just beginning.
At nine months, I started to utter syllables like "ta-ta", "ma-ma" and "da-da"... I began to speak.
At one year and two months, I started to stand on my own and slowly lift my legs and took small steps. It was a little late because of my puny ability after suffering from a confinement due to ulcer... I began to walk.
At three years old, my parents sent me to a montessori. Like the usual first day of pre-school class scenario, a number of toddlers are outcrying and running back to their parent's arms. Yes, I'm one of them... I began to study.
At five years old, I was almost thrown away in the swimming pool and i started to learn how to propel myself along in the water... I began to swim.
At seven years old, my daddy removed the training wheels off my bicycle... I began to ride a bike...
At nine years old, I underwent a de rigeur Catholic rite wherein I wore this waiter-looking attire and pretend holy... I began to receive the body of Christ.
At eleven years old, I learnt the anatomy of looking at your left then at your right of crossing the road. A year later, I started to learn how to commute by myself from school back home... I began to go in not so remote places alone.
At twelve years old, I am one with the bandwagon of people devouring the convenience of technology brings...I began to use a cellphone.
At thirteen years old, I had a crush on a friend and I began to fall in love...
At fourteen years old, after i was "likely" dumped. Er, just omit the likely, it doesnt matter. I felt an emotional landslide... I began to be caught in a hysterical realm.
At fifteen years old, I signed up an account in one of the worls's greatest invention as hailed by Time... I began to make friends via Friendster.
At sixteen years old, I started bar-hopping and disco-raving with my friends. I started to get conscious on my self, on the clothes I wear, on the way I look. I even started an underwear collection :)... I began to mature (I think!)
At seventeen years old, I started to look for ways to ease the financial burdens of my parents... I began to learn how to rely on myself.
Before I turn 18, I found a magazine that I realized I read it almost from cover to cover... I began to collect FHM.
At eighteen years old, I found people whom I can trust even with my wildest secrets, they're the people I can say, real... I began to get along with Charles, Tet, Carm, Joyce and Tag... Love you guys!!
At nineteen years old, the angels from heaven glided down and took my elder cousin away. Kuya Kim passed away. As I always say, he is someone I look up to and he will continue to be an inspiration. Kuya Kim, I hope to see that nod-of-your-head-with-a-no-teeth-smile when we get a chance to see again. I know there will be that moment I can talk to you again. That I firmly believe... I began to realize and ponder Chapter 6 of the Purpose-Driven life...Life is a temporary assignment...
Today, I started this pretty little crap that i know only a few will care to read. Welcome to me with my first blogpost. Honestly, I have to really squeeze my brain out on how can I make my first post something prodigious. I guess, this is one good kick-off. According to Cesar Pavese, a suicidal Italian author, "the only joy in the world is to begin". I am just beginning and hell yeah, I'm enjoying it!
