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| One day , I learned how to walk without even learning how to walk. Then I came across a hot burner and was at awe with it, not knowing the danger that befalls my tiny fingers. At age eight, I wondered why the fighting fishes fought the way they did and why the moon was not always round. I read and thought and thought again of what I just read. I asked why they called the 1920's the Roaring Twenties, and why Depression and War came. Then during my early twenties, I asked myself why the history of the United States made an impression on me while the history of the Philippines only came once in my mind. That was when I was only eleven when I heard the outcry and outraged people who gave birth to the People's Power. I shed a tear in front of the television, but to no greater understanding of what the event truly meant. Then I left it there again to pursue what seemed more romantic; the story of the gods and goddesses of the ancient world. It was in this world that I found a sense of longing and adventure; away from the bustling noise of the deafening concrete city of Los Angeles. During my teenage years, confusion and love came into play. The insane parties and never- ending arguments with my parents. The rebellion years. The days when I felt that everything I did or tried to attain seemed just a paltry event to everyone else. There was the need and want to gain acceptance from friends and even strangers, even if it meant being oblivious to who I was. To top it all off, the catastrophic events that always leaves a scar in everyone's heart and mind...the end of love, disappointment, the death of loved ones, the agonizing thoughts of a darker tomorrow, and so forth. I had to get away from all this. I returned again to the legends and myths of the forgotten time and found myself scribbling and stiffling images of abstract lines and colors on a piece of paper or a canvas. The old bookstore in Brand Boulevard and the music stores served as a form of self rejuvination. The old set of friends faded away while their shadows and memories remained. New friends came and new thoughts and relationships formed. A lot has transpired in my life and through all those came a greater understanding of who I really am. The struggles I had to face were many; though heartaches and tears were plentiful, I began to realize that life is a process. To that, I extend my thanks to all those that have been a part of my life. All of you are the little acts of God's kindness ; through all of you, He has extended his heart to me and allowed me to greatly appreciate the gift of life. |
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| what???? If given a chance, what color(s) would you be? Definitely white and black. Those two colors represent both extremes. What do you do when you have a free time? Stare moronically at the sky hoping for orion to fall from heaven. What do you think is the best thing you have ever done in your life? Sit on a corner and keep my mouth and eyes shut to the world which surrounds me... emotions are an open channel though. What is your view of life? View of life? I have an ongoing perceptions about life and therefore I cannot state anything at this time...maybe when I am dead I will let you know. What is your take on television? I detest television! It is a waste of time sitting on a couch and feeding the mind with somebody else's concepts. Trust me! I was a t.v. addict but that was in the eighties. Who do you think is the greeatest person that ever lived? I would go for the man himself, Leonardo da Vinci, but in reality everybody that ever set foot on this earth is simply the greatest in their own way. How do you choose your music? With music, I do not like having options. I simply listen to everything. When was the last time you ever felt unconscious? That's easy! That would be everyday.. I am only conscious when I am asleep. Are you politically correct? Sometimes "yes" and sometimes "no" What does it matter? Everything changes in an instant anyway. Define love: Do I have to? in one word, it is vexation. Need I say more? What is your favorite movie(s)? The Greatest Story Ever Told , The Oddyssey, and Les Miserables. Who are your favorite artists? Do you have a year to spare...? What is your favorite alcoholic beverage? In the states, it is red wine and definitely PORTO. In the Philippines, Vodka Cruiser. If you were given a chance to live your life again, who would you want to be? Myself and a bum with tattered clothes and a grimy face so that.... nevermind. |
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| To wander alone in life without any direction is a pallid plight, but to walk amidst families, friends, and strangers without ever knowing yourself is an endless misery. Writing this biography is not to boast nor to satisfy an inner need to advertise myself, rather to explore the depths and shallowness of my own understanding of the self. I will expound and share with you [those that are interested] the thoughts that electrifies the axons, dendrites, and neurons that boggles my own mind. I welcome suffering for without it, I will never know happiness I want to lose everything so that I may be able to gain anything I need to become water so that I may be able to flow freely with all tribulations I want to love and have my heart so badly broken so that I may be able to appreciate what love truly is I believe in hard work and doing things the hard way I want to take risks because tomorrow may never come again |
