If the title sounds familiar, well that is actually from the drama, Budoy. That phrase must be really popular nowadays because for two times that was a trending topic in Twitter and I decided to use this ‘coz though I find it corny and pointless somehow I can relate to it now.
Tomorrow we will be heading for Canada and I know that there’ll be a lot of changes that will be happening there. But as I write this blog entry; there’s nothing I can wish but for us to reach Saskatchewan safe.
Thinking back to my past years that I’ve spent in the Philippines which almost more than half of my life I got into the Asian craze (Taiwanese, Chinese, Japanese and Korean) there’s a lot of things I should be thankful of.
ELEMENTARY freaking DAYS
My mom thought me her waterloo; it’s speaking English. I might have a wrong grammar in my blogs, if ever I do. But my mom has always thought me the subject she hated the most. Well she likes Math and that’s what gives her a living; so teaching English especially how to speak was taught to me by forced. I think it also give a lot of opportunities to me since I was able to be on stage or podium along with a microphone to host or be an emcee of events at the later part of my schooling.
I don’t know anything about romantic stuffs If not because of a guy who first gave me a letter. That was actually a friendly letter that I received in my worst day since my grandmother died but now he’s the most special guy in my life and he doesn’t like me. Just friends! I wanna actually put the blame to my first Asian drama obsession; Meteor Garden that I learned about love and heartaches at an early age of 8, the age I started to feel my heart beating for the first time.
I had lots of friends & acquaintances some of them are still my close friends, some are already not that close, and some becomes closer to me now.
HIGH-SCHOOL fucking DAYS
High-school is really a fucking part of my life. Fucking bitter sweet ecstasy-like feelings; roller coaster ride that gave me life lessons as I grow up.
My freshman days started like “wow! Teenager! I’m an adult already!” Made new friends, made a new best friend who turned out to be the worst enemy of my high-school life. I took a few steps away to the persons I have known and friends with since elementary days and that opened doors to a brand new friendship to a bunch of not that talkative-before peeps.
It was like a blessing in disguise, I made new friends in my sophomore days, new barkada. Reconciled sincerely with my past foes and had the best crush of my life who was a senior level way back that time. I forgot to mention that if ever I had the worst no-talk fight ever, it happened at this level; I just had a no-conversation fight with the guy I liked since elementary. Imagine, he loves to boast, tease and annoy me all my life except this level. It was at this level where I cannot remember anything about him. It was also at this time I learned to drink alcohol that I find now addictive.
They say Junior was the hardest year of a high-school student and I guess I have to agree with that, I actually can’t remember anything nice that happened to me except the prom and flirting with a guy who turned out to be my best friend & short time boyfriend before. I also had a crush AGAIN who was a vocalist of a band who happened to be my first kiss after graduating high-school. Now that guy is already a father.
Senior life is the best! Everyone should certainly agree; after exams party, before graduation bonding time… that’s a KILL! Celebrating the remaining high-school days left with the persons you truly cherished. I had my first boyfriend who was a guy I seriously find lunatic now and had a fling relationship to my best friend for like a week only. What’s the catch? I had the happiest day of my life 6 days after my first heartbreak; December 30 is the day! I spent more than half of my day with the guy I liked since elementary. Watched a comedy-horror film, ate Japanese food and played games with him. I can still seriously remember everything from that day & God knows, if that can happen again, I’m asking for it before I leave this country. But sadly, it’s like I’m going to leave Philippines without even seeing him.
MY OUT OF SAFE ZONE: College life
Entering to UST was a bomb! I experienced my first rejection, though scared to experienced the second rejection, I still pursue and there I got a slot! I don’t ever had a grade below 80 in my high school days, though I’m not serious at school, I’m staying up all night to study for an exam, but in college, I had a grade of ‘3’ every semester. Fuck that! My professors are strict and too complicated even my course; just so you know if you’re planning to judge me.
So college life was a bit strange at first; pretending to be quiet and everything. I first made friends with the smarty ones and that influenced me. Until I met a person who is exactly like me in every ways, let’s call her as my twin; and she made me go back to being a not-so-studious lad. I also met a gay flirt who happens to influence me to be like him/her and start stalking to our smartbro model crush along with other friends who likes him also. We were a bunch of stalkers (my twinie, the gay & a guy). The gay left, others made new friends. I opened up my heart again to the Korean thingy. (I forgot to mention that when I had my first relationship he asked me not to bow those Asian fandoms because he said I don’t even understand the language) and had a huge craze of Korean fandom again that still happening now from then to now. I also experienced performing as a trio; dancing SNSD, 2ne1 & Miss A choreo even made a dorky dance from ANJELL in front of international people. That made me realized that my heart did not only open for the fandom world but it made my heart beat like a super bass to a (take note) Jerry Yan blood-line-limit-like dude. I also made friends with three persons who I never thought I’ll love this much now. One is a vegetarian hot chick, the other is a k-pop fan girl who has the same apple of an eye like me and the last is a weirdo babe who has the same name from a character in DESPICABLE ME.
I just realized, when I entered the program I took, I thought that profession was for me so I accepted it when the truth is I don’t really like it. Now, I know that it just made me know a group of mates who have different personalities and entering the program isn’t for me to have it as my profession but for me to meet them and learn something from them.
It is just so sad that I didn’t able to finish my tertiary level since we are already migrating. But looking back I’m thankful for all the experiences I had; all of those made me grow up and made be a better and worst person. If only I could have the same bunches of people there…
At first, my 18 years in Philippines was nothing, I didn’t experience anything special at all but as I made this blog, I find everything was special and I won’t forget all of those, hoping to meet all the persons I cherished, treasured, mingled, liked and (the only one I had) loved again 5 years from no
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