December 30,2010.
It's my mother's 51st birthday. It is also 2 days before 2011.
Okay, I admit, I am caught in this new year euphoria thing. I can't help it. It's the birth of a a new decade that I have first become fully aware of or rather have chosen to become fully aware of.
I was too young to even consider that something big was going to happen with the start of the 21st century in 2000. And so was in 1990. I was 5 years old then.
But, now, I'm in this age where time seem to matter more. I am in a time where I count the past decade with memories that not only concern personal triumphs and failures but something that encompasses the essence of altruism.
It's a decade of actually being part of something so important, something that goes beyond wanting a great life for myself.
I am a witness to 2011. And while the rest of the world celebrate it just for the kick of it, there are many others like me out there who welcome it with hopes for better lives for everyone.
To 2011, cheers!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Last Christmas of the Decade
It's the last Christmas of the Decade. But, it seems like 2000 isn't such a long time ago.
It's overwhelming that ten years have passed. Except the fact that it makes me feel a century older, the prospect of a new year also makes me retrospective of what happened in the past 10 years of my life.
In 2000, I remember being in 3rd year highschool and I was dragged in the Y2K glitch that worried the world. I was busy reading Vampire Chronicles and contemplating ways to find Lestat. Haha.
I was in 4th year highschool and was joining too many journalism contests in 2001. I hated Erap's impeachment trial because I missed Fushigi Yuugi episodes due to the live telecast of the trial as much as I hated Erap's corrupt ways.
These first two years were the most I remember before I finally grew up and learned that poverty is real. That people who literally do not have anything to eat really exist and not just the creation of tele-novelas.
The 8 years that followed saw me awakening and embracing the life that should be spent for others. It was not easy at first. Nor is it any easier now but year after year I learned to deal with everything that comes with serving others.
And I wouldn't claim that the life I lived for the past 10 years were that noble to not have erred. There were mistakes. But, I have come out older and wiser.
These past 10 years saw me as a kid struggling to grow up. They saw me as a young adult learning to be an adult. There are things I would have wanted to change. There are things I wish I didn't do and things I wish I would not have said. But, heck, these 10 years made me grow up and become the best person I can be.
So, there's nothing to do but let 2010 take these past 10 years where they belong - to the past. I will pick the memories to comfort me when I most needed them. They're about pains and the struggle. They're about love and heartbreaks. They're about being young and growing up. They're about joys and winnings. They're about happiness and hope.
So, as I take the best out of these 10 years, I look forward to 2011 with greater hopes.
It's overwhelming that ten years have passed. Except the fact that it makes me feel a century older, the prospect of a new year also makes me retrospective of what happened in the past 10 years of my life.
In 2000, I remember being in 3rd year highschool and I was dragged in the Y2K glitch that worried the world. I was busy reading Vampire Chronicles and contemplating ways to find Lestat. Haha.
I was in 4th year highschool and was joining too many journalism contests in 2001. I hated Erap's impeachment trial because I missed Fushigi Yuugi episodes due to the live telecast of the trial as much as I hated Erap's corrupt ways.
These first two years were the most I remember before I finally grew up and learned that poverty is real. That people who literally do not have anything to eat really exist and not just the creation of tele-novelas.
The 8 years that followed saw me awakening and embracing the life that should be spent for others. It was not easy at first. Nor is it any easier now but year after year I learned to deal with everything that comes with serving others.
And I wouldn't claim that the life I lived for the past 10 years were that noble to not have erred. There were mistakes. But, I have come out older and wiser.
These past 10 years saw me as a kid struggling to grow up. They saw me as a young adult learning to be an adult. There are things I would have wanted to change. There are things I wish I didn't do and things I wish I would not have said. But, heck, these 10 years made me grow up and become the best person I can be.
So, there's nothing to do but let 2010 take these past 10 years where they belong - to the past. I will pick the memories to comfort me when I most needed them. They're about pains and the struggle. They're about love and heartbreaks. They're about being young and growing up. They're about joys and winnings. They're about happiness and hope.
So, as I take the best out of these 10 years, I look forward to 2011 with greater hopes.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Wide Awake
Still wide awake.
And it seems like everything's still except for the buzzing of the electric fan.
It's 8 minutes before midnight. It takes toll when all you can think of is sleep. You try to lie down and close your eyes. You try and try. But, for minutes than run into hours, sleep doesn't come.
So, you get up and look for things to do. As you force your eyes to tire out, you come up with poems and essays that are too personal. They say too much.
And when at last, it's near sunrise, you feel it. You sleep while the rest of the world wakes up.
One by one, roommates get up until you are left alone in a large room where you alone lie. So, you get up with only a few hours of sleep and try to do what the rest of the world does.
You keep hoping that sleep comes to you at the appropriate time. That's what you did a few hours ago and still, sleep didn't come.
And it seems like everything's still except for the buzzing of the electric fan.
It's 8 minutes before midnight. It takes toll when all you can think of is sleep. You try to lie down and close your eyes. You try and try. But, for minutes than run into hours, sleep doesn't come.
So, you get up and look for things to do. As you force your eyes to tire out, you come up with poems and essays that are too personal. They say too much.
And when at last, it's near sunrise, you feel it. You sleep while the rest of the world wakes up.
One by one, roommates get up until you are left alone in a large room where you alone lie. So, you get up with only a few hours of sleep and try to do what the rest of the world does.
You keep hoping that sleep comes to you at the appropriate time. That's what you did a few hours ago and still, sleep didn't come.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Pagudpud
Maybe, I will live in Pagudpud. I will wake up everyday with its blue-green waters and white sand. I will make sandcastles until my back burns. I will take forever walks in its beaches and claim owner of all pink seashells.
Yes, I would love to live in Pagudpud.
Beauty resides there.
Yes, I would love to live in Pagudpud.
Beauty resides there.
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