Trip Down the Memory Lane: Highshool days

I'm a proud year 2000 graduate. As far as I can tell, my high school life is a pleasant one. I had a blast. I was the reserved guy who is seated as always at the back end of the row yet towards junior and senior high I became more involved in different extra curricular activities which gave me opportunity to broaden my horizon.

Come graduation, I had lots of friends and just like other high school studs I had a group that I usually hang out with, one guardian counselor had complained that we are making the hallway as a lovers lane since our group usually hangs out in that area while waiting for the activity of the organization that we belonged with. Vina-Tope, Dennis-Bevs among others were the love teams of MYM/PEER group LOLs. After graduation, we separated ways, we went to different universities, and the funny thing was no one from that group made the flame burning. Love teams were dissolved, and we went on with our own life. Yet we remained friends, I was even a god father of Bev's first born. Vina and Tope were able to patch things after some time.

A year ago, we visited Bev in her house and ended up hanging out @ Dencios. It was so funny because we won't run out of stories to tell and most of it was things of the past and how absurd we were during high school days. Last month, after a much anticipated blow out treat of Tope (as he had promised), we went out and he had not choice but to treat Vina and I with a great fine dine in experience : ) Though it was just the three of us, we never run out of stories, stories that we kept on walking every time we saw each perhaps we just want to draw the difference of a then simple life that we were in as compared to what life means for us now that we are grown up.

Thanks Vina for the cup of choco...oops ako na pala taya sa susunod, hanapin nio ko ha ha

The Fuel and the Young Boy

Rainy days are here...I love rains and how it motivates me to express myself in many forms.

Today is raining as we are expecting any time soon super typhoon to hit at its hardest. I'm at my room now, safe and sound. I hear the raindrops pour into our roofs, I just can't think of that young boy who usually would have the fuel to express his thoughts during this season.

Suddenly I missed him. I missed my-old-self. I missed how he expressed himself and how he deals with his emotions and how he transforms those emotions into something rather than let it flew away once he is done with it. I missed my painting sessions while I use the raindrops as the music to my ears. I Still remember, I could write quite a few chapters from the novels I wrote when it was raining...specially when it was raining hard : ) I missed creating stuffs out of scraps while the raindrops gives me the drive to think out of the box so I could turn an item into its better version. I may not want to write this, but yes I did wrote numerous poems about life & love and some unforgettable love letters too during rainy days. I symbolically put all those piece of art in a box, perhaps just like with my any other possessions, I want to preserve its value. Then, I never looked back again. I closed the cabinet that contains those items, I heard the young boy screamed, trying to move out from the dark corners of the cabinet. I pretended not to hear him.

Aside from blogging in an on and off manner, I realized I had lost track of the boy who uses mentioned mediums to console his feelings. Now, he had changed a lot. He now could digest the things that are happening around him without using an extension to absorb the thoughts and sensations he is engaged with. Yet he cannot claim that he does not stumble when big waves are hitting him. I guess, he just learned quite a few tricks in dealing with life and its complexities. He had learned to say yes when he means yes and a big no when needed. He is more comfortable with the people around him, and is not after shielding himself against damages others may bring to him. He is more honest with himself and would acknowledge his capabilities and limitations. He had not yet reach the top of his aspirations yet comfortable enough where he is at this point in time, might he be afraid of what tomorrow may bring but is willing to take full advantage of the opportunities both visible and foreseeable.

To you young boy... I realized life should not be captured in a canvass, should not be hidden with words engraved in papers, it is here with me every moment I open my eyes, the very moment I felt a sensation, every time I interact with people and with nature. I may be too busy exhausting my force in exploring essence of life but I'll try to sit down once in a while, knock at my door when it is raining... so I could still connect with you and be able to convert moments with memories : )