MEMOIRS

MEMOIRS

MINSAN LANG ‘TO. PAGBIGYAN NIYO NA. KUNG MAY MALI SA GRAMMAR KO, PAKIKOREK NA LANG. POTA, NAHIHIYA AKO SA POST KO NGAYUN. KAYO NA ANG BAHALA HUMUSGA. EMOEMOHAN LANG ‘TO. TRUE TO LIFE YAN. PUUUUTTTTAAA!!!! ETO NA. ETO NA. ETO NA. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

When I hit the age of thirteen (that’s the age when I entered high school), I learnt to go out. Have some fun. Gimmick! And eventually became a nocturnal guy. At first, I had fun with my friends. Played some computer games. We (friends, barkadas) always ate our dinner at LBSquare every Friday night -- TGIF. In short, FUN. I never noticed that my grades are not progressing. Worse, I’m starting to get lower grades. I’m not used to getting lower grades. And I am not supposed to have one. Because during my elementary days, I’m always on top. I even got the spot of top2 when I was in grade 2. Grade 5-6, not so good. But hey, I’m still on the top. I’m still on top15. And during our graduation day, I even got an academic award.

Things changed when I entered high school. Laziness inside me is starting to form. Just like cancer. It spread quickly inside my system. I thought of study habit as corny and would not give me any advantages when it comes to academics. My teachers always teach us to have study habit every night. But for the sake of being cool or in, I didn’t follow them. But I’m still not IN the IT GROUP. Although I always mingle with them, I still feel that I am not still in. But they keep insisting, “Ano ka ba? Parte ka na nga ng barkada..”. But I still can’t feel the commitment. Commitment on the barkada. The handcuffs that keep us all together.

By my second year in high school, I met new friends. Newer friends. So yeah, I gained a lot of them. But I can say that they were just my friends, not a FRIEND. But we all hung around. My grades our getting higher. Not because of my friends, but because my dad promised to buy me a new phone if I’ll get an award on this year’s recognition. Luckily, I made it. And much to my expectation, I became one of the finalists of IRRI’s painting contest. I was so lucky that year.

So third year came. I’m starting to get my laziness inside me again. And that’s when I realized that a chemotherapy would not last to cure my laziness forever. But still, I enjoyed my third year, I joined a painting contest and won the third place. But I’m not contented with my life, high school life --still.

Fourth year. I decided to be quiet and mysterious. My lips are always closed. I barely make a sound. Even my breathing was tamed to be silent. My friends begun asking me why am I so quiet. I just told them that I have no right to have fun since I got low grades last year. So there, I was alone all the time. But my barkada is still there. They keep on cheering me up. That’s when I felt that I’m in. I didn’t cared of being as IT anymore. I only cared of being IN with them. Having those handcuffs. And having FUN.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. So I’m now living every day as if it was my last. I’m starting to study again. I’m starting to go out, but not always. I drink and smoke for fun (but it‘s not fun for my health, I know!). And most of all, I always thank God for creating such wonderful creatures -- my FRIENDS.

EEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

PUTANGINA. NAG-EEMOEMOHAN NANAMAN AKO EH. POTA. MINSAN LANG TOH PAGBIGYAN NALANG.