Unusual Events

Woo! The school year is about to end! I'm getting closer to college education and I don't know whether I should be happy or not. If possible, I would like to study here in the Philippines along with my friends! D: Well, I guess I should learn how to fit in or something. I don't even have the slightest clue on how college 'works'. I wonder what American universities would have in store for me~

That's not really what I was planning to write about. If ever I would write about that, then expect the title to be something less... you know. XD Well, let's proceed to the unusual events, shall we? I have encountered three (3) unusual events since my last post.

(1) The first unusual event would have to be the visit of a local television artist/dancer/whatever to our school. I think it was Rayver... something. It interrupted the flow of our classes. Female students kept rushing outside. A pair even went to the comfort room. Oh, by comfort room, I mean an excuse to go downstairs to look. It didn't even stop at the female students! Our gay teacher supposedly 'had something to photocopy', if you know what I mean and one pregnant teacher came rushing downstairs, according to some sources but confirmed by herself the day after. Take note: she was pregnant and she was rushing downstairs to meet the guy.

(2) These three would probably be considered being ordered in descending order of unusualness. Well, the next one would be the time when I got measured for my coat for prom use. The moment I entered, I knew that I wouldn't be able to last. They were playing some sort of Filipino novelty song album and the ones that played while I was being measured were two 'infamous' Viva Hot Babes songs - 'Basketball' and 'Kikay'. I couldn't help but chuckle while those two played but I thought I could counter the songs with my iPod. Sadly, they asked me to remove it so I had to hold everything in. A certain line was the final straw and sadly, I burst out when they were about to measure my crotch area for the pants.

"Sorta, Kinda, Like-a, Parang, Medyo Maypagka~ Sayaw KIKAY~!"

(3) The least unusual would be the time when I discovered that my grandmother listens to rap and hip-hop. It was an awkward moment when we were on our way to the church when my uncle told me that my grandmother listens to my iPod when I'm at school. Guess what, she actually confirmed it! Well, she also said that you shouldn't put stereotypes on old people. They could be as hip as us youngsters. She also sang 'Don't Matter' by Akon on the way to the church since her 'musical interest' was out. And by 'sang', I meant attempted to sing but failed because of wrong notes and lyrics. I guess that it's the least unusual, at least for me, because I've always considered my family to be a bit hip-er than the others.

"Lol."

Autobiography

This doesn't seem like an autobiography but I passed it as is because of my poor memory of my childhood. Plus, our teacher said to make it more story-ish. LOL

A mist clears as the enshrouded past reveals itself – looking back from over a decade and a half, I end up at a dead end. I can’t imagine any images from back then. Words and names are the only ones I remember.

Yes, I am the child of Shirley Legaspi and Warwinn Sy – two people only to be split-up by the rush of parenthood. My mother occasionally comes home with bruises on her arms. They said that it was from my father but such a sight couldn’t be comprehended by a mere child. To me, those bruises were necessary between lovers- husband and wife. What can I say? I guess I have a somewhat unusual mind.

I grew up believing that my family was complete but was it really? I didn’t think that my mother and father weren’t together at that time. It only occurred to me a few years later – when my father told a friend of his that he was with his wife. What did I see? I simply saw my father’s friend and her daughter with us in my father’s car but that was only a few moments before that statement was said. My views suddenly changed and I sort of became more emotional.

My mom was a person who worked as a nurse in the United States for the welfare of our family. I was raised as someone who was used to ‘overseas’ goodies’. I lived at Tondo, Manila so I guess such things could be easily appreciated. I was raised living without my parents. I saw my mother as this person who was made to just keep sending goods and my father as this person who I’m supposed to visit every weekend. Was I wrong? Of course I was.

“I was raised living without my parents.” Does it sound like the start of the story worthy to be on dramatic television shows on late-night spots that make your tears jerk? It does, doesn’t it? Well, my life’s story would probably get rejected and trampled on. I was a spoiled brat. I cried when I didn’t get what I wanted. Of course, they wouldn’t allow me to get everything except this one special person – our neighbor and probably my grandmother’s best friend.

She was my choice. I favored her more than everyone else. She was the only I considered that cared for me. I treated everyone else as nuisances and just people who get me the things I want. This is the typical spoiled brat’s mind’s cycle. Of course it was wrong. I was too young to differentiate the wrong from right. I lived that lifestyle until just before entering adolescence. Traces of that rather unwanted personality would still be with me, I guess. After all, I believe that you are what you are and if you wanted to change you would still somehow retain bits and pieces of your original self – your fated self.

As a spoiled child, I was dissatisfied with my grandfather’s death. After his death, our wealth deteriorated to small amounts. Our only source of wealth would be my mother and her two brothers. I used to think that we would go downhill from then on. We used to be one of the known people in our home but after my grandfather’s death, we ended up transferring homes and being normal, typical people who lived in a quiet neighborhood.

Yes, we ended where we are today. We transferred to BF Southland Classic Homes after the passing away of my grandfather. Did we really deserve this? Well, things happen for a reason after all. Everyone else probably didn’t deserve it but I, on the other hand, did, in my opinion. I didn’t shed a single tear during his funeral. I think I even laughed at my grandmother weeping at his grave. At that age, I probably didn’t understand the real losses that occur during someone’s death. Was my age the real problem? Maybe it was the way I think or view things.

I transferred at about when I was in Grade 4 – Elementary. I guess I lucked out when I immediately acquired friends. People truly are friendly when they’re young. Older ones tend to isolate foreign entities and do inappropriate acts to the extent of discriminating them. I truly was a lucky one.

All of those are what made me today. I could be emotional. I could be bratty. But after those experiences that I’ve been through, I could somehow comprehend the things that happen in my surroundings. I was a victim of adolescence though. I would most probably discriminate newcomers. I would say bad things behind their back. I could be the fakest person you could’ve ever met or I could be your most trusted companion. I act differently depending on the situation and I think strategically at times. This is what I am now. I’m not proud of it, but this is what I am. This is my life’s story.

Christmas + New Year

I wonder how these two holidays were for the others? There were some unfortunate ones - the kid who lost his sight because of fireworks, the poor people who don't get to spend even Christmas lavishly, and maybe even the workers who were given extra piles of work to do. I think my New Year and Christmas celebrations this year were just fine. They were nothing special and definitely not boring. I think the right word would be 'typical'. Sure, I got to eat more amounts of food than usual and sure, I got to spend more time with my father, but I couldn't help but to expect something extravagant. You know the feeling of expecting something yet you know that it's not really going to happen? Yeah, that's it.

Before these holidays came, I came to two of my friends' birthday celebrations. We bowled and swam in different places but in two days in a row. The crowd I was with was very similar, with the exception of a few who couldn't come on such short notice, I guess. When we bowled, I was the one with the least points. Yeah, I rock so much. When we swam, I was the one who kept staying out of the deep areas because of my lack of "treading" abilities. Yeah, that was great. Well, I guess the goal was to celebrate their birth and I guess we achieved that - plus I got to eat good food. You can never go wrong with good food.

What worries me though is how time flies by so fast. Just one more year and I would bid my friends and most of my family good-bye as I fly to the United States to study there and stay with my mom. Of course I would miss my friends and family members. Who wouldn't? I guess we should concentrate on enjoying the present instead of worrying the past, eh? I remember something that my grandmother told me during Christmas...

"We prepared for Christmas for so many days! I mean, we set up our lights, we prepare special food, and we buy presents yet Christmas is only one day. All the preparations would be gone after the celebration, could you imagine?"