Sunday, September 11, 2005
how it all started
i'm on the verge of overloading on thoughts again.. i have learned that the best way to deal with it is to write or rant about something else - something totally unrelated to whatever is bothering me at the moment.. that's why il be writing about my personal history.. ^^ i like talking about myself, il let you know that this early =p
i was born on the 2nd day of August, 1984.. somewhere in Sta. Mesa, Manila.. being their first-born, my parents couldn't have been happier - and prouder.. i knew how to read before i turned 3 years old.. then i had to take up ballet as an extra subject or something while i was in prep school.. i looked like a tadpole-lizard hybrid in a tutu.. i just hope the medals were enough to erase that memory.. and then i had to go to another prep school cos there's some kind of rule on age or something.. i mean, come on. i was smarter than those in grade 2 according to the evaluation. hmpf. there was no more ballet (thank God), but then i was asked to play a cat in this staging of a nursery rhyme of some sort, and to dance "Singing in the Rain" with umbrellas decorated with crepe paper.. i may have been the smartest in the group, but i seriously think that my decision-making was very, very retarded.
and then we moved to Laguna ^^ just in time for me to start elementary.. still, i was an excellent student. the teachers loved me.. i joined lots of contests in and out of school, and won everything.. oh, except that one time i volunteered to be the class' representative for Vocal Solo and didn't even come close to winning =p (if gracelle didn't sing the same song i did and i sang first, i might have had a chance ^^ haha!) i was in the Little Friends of Jesus Club at that time too..
then came third grade.. it must have been hormones and adolescence and stuff that made me realize that i can stop pleasing the teachers.. the same reason that i started hanging out with the boys and playing games that made my immaculately white school uniform turn brown..
at fourth grade, the teachers started asking to talk with my parents, inquiring if there was trouble at home or whatever bcos they wanted to know why my grades were slipping.. being lazy just wasn't reason enough for them.. and then i slapped this classmate (jed perez ^^) because he touched my doll when i've already told everyone not to.. i dont think i slapped him that hard but he cried, my handprint on his cheek.. i started crying too when the principal told us that they'll be calling our parents if i dont apologize.. so i did. i was very obedient..
fifth to sixth grade revolved around volleyball.. sporty and boyish. frizzy hair and sunburn. i was so uncute.. *shivers* plus big shirts and baggy pants and rubber shoes.. i think i tried being a boy.. i wonder why.. and i didnt even try out for the school paper.. too busy with volleyball training for the STRAA meet.. loved mindoro! ^^
so that was that.. primary education. went through bruised knees, frilly hairbands, colored shoelaces, numerous slumbooks, braids, lacey socks, outfits i will never let my daughter wear, and crushing on "older" guys and dreaming that il live happily ever after with them.. i didnt feel anything special on graduation day. just that one of our classmates said that she'll be entering a convent in Tagaytay.. after a few years we found out that she didn't (hi renalyn! ^^).
anyway, highschool was a totally different story.. that will be my next entry if nothing comes up soon.. ^^
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