It's that time of the month again. This here is another one of my 'older' compositions, that I decided to write... well... jus' for the heck of it, really. I was bored one afternoon, committed fingers to keyboard, and jus' kept on writing... as to how well do I exactly know myself. This is one composition that'll never be final and finished, for one person can never really know himself fully, yes?
Who am I? Really?
Mariano Ramon P. Baccay III. Son of Mariano Jr. and Lydia, younger sibling of Ma. Racquel Jossette, Georgia Camille, Isabel, and Katrina Socorro, and older sibling of Marco Lorenzo. A resident of Cebu, Philippines for 24 years, and Hanoi, Vietnam for one.
An idealist. A person who’s too curious for his own good. A person who’s a nice guy, but knows when not to be one. A doubtful Catholic, for he questions for the perception of faith. He believes in heaven, hell, and purgatory. Loves the color blue, but could probably change next month. A slacker. A person who doesn’t like to pretend to be someone he’s not. Doesn’t care about rumors that circulate around him, for that’s all that they are – rumors. A person likes to write the strangest literary pieces, including this one. A person who doesn’t have a problem letting down his pride, for he does not believe in the concept of pride. A guy who fears death, not for the thought of death itself, but for leaving loved ones behind. A wannabe philosopher. Then again, a wannabe baller. A person who cares deeply for his friends, for he knows in himself that he has selected them wisely. Someone who lives life with a few guiding principles that he’s selected…carefully. One hell of dreamer…but was told that the best of dreams are always unattainable. A person who has many questions in the game of life, but doesn’t expect them answered. A person who believes strongly in his own beliefs. A person who’s been told that he looks like an asshole, but only because his eyebrows naturally slope downwards. A person who doesn’t like to leave things unfinished, in whatever form. A person who owes another person three thousand bucks. A person who believes in what is right, and will fight for it if necessary. A person who will fight for the right reasons. A person who likes to learn. A person who keeps the strangest of things for memory’s sake. A person who can type at fifty words per minute. A person who likes to laugh, and at the same time someone who is not ashamed to cry. A person who enjoys reading. An emotional person. A person who enjoys happiness for others. He thinks that the worst feeling/s in the world are helplessness and rejection. A person who likes to talk, but knows when to shut up as well. A person who used to weigh 190 pounds, and is still currently trying to shed off some pounds, in vain. A person who enjoys the right company, and abhors the wrong one. A person who cannot imagine taking another person’s life, for whatever reason. He never said he didn’t believe it torture, though. A person who likes to make others laugh, even by making fun of himself. A person who can deal with failure, for failure is a part of learning. A person who has a hard time finding motivation, but once he does, nothing gets in his way. A person who likes to sleep. Not sleep around – just sleep. A person who enjoys learning, and keeps learning. Not necessarily in the field of academics, though. A person who’s always looking for things, yet easily sated. He’s also practically given up on government and politics.
Holla.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Hope dangles on a string...
It's been a while... again... The main problem when it comes to my blogging, I'd say, is that I find something I want to write about, then another, until I forget about what it was I wanted to write about to begin with. Here was one of them:
A month or so ago, I visited the southern provinces with family and friends. I rather enjoyed it.. it's good to take a break from the bustling city every so often. Visiting the provincial areas is also a humbling experience.
Since my 'kuya' is from there, we joined him to pay respects to his grandparents and relatives who've long passed away. For one, the cemetery there is not as 'glorified' as the ones I seldom see here in the city. There were graves that have been forgotten, and the overall maintenance of the place is something else to be desired. On the way to say our prayers, I noticed graves.. that looked like someone buried their shoes in them. I then noticed the date of birth and death... July 11, and July 12. One such headstone even stated that the newborn didn't even reach to be a day old. Now that was a humbling experience.
I came to think about it... and how devastated (if there's a word stronger than that, let me know) their families might've been. A newborn is always a joy to have around the house.. from gladly making an idiot out of yourself in public by telling them how cutesy-wutesy they are, from teaching it how to walk, speak, and being with them on great moments of their lives... Their first day of school, their first puppy love, their first hangover... well, maybe the last one doesn't apply for all of us.
But anyway, another thing I'd like to bring up is how people, especially the younger ones these days, seem to jus' waste away their lives. And we have these people who've never even had the chance to experience life... Life isn't all great as we know it, but isn't that the beauty of it?
What jus' pisses me off is that those infants who died without even reaching a month old would've prob'ly made much better use of people who decide to jus' waste away their lives.
Holla.
A month or so ago, I visited the southern provinces with family and friends. I rather enjoyed it.. it's good to take a break from the bustling city every so often. Visiting the provincial areas is also a humbling experience.
Since my 'kuya' is from there, we joined him to pay respects to his grandparents and relatives who've long passed away. For one, the cemetery there is not as 'glorified' as the ones I seldom see here in the city. There were graves that have been forgotten, and the overall maintenance of the place is something else to be desired. On the way to say our prayers, I noticed graves.. that looked like someone buried their shoes in them. I then noticed the date of birth and death... July 11, and July 12. One such headstone even stated that the newborn didn't even reach to be a day old. Now that was a humbling experience.
I came to think about it... and how devastated (if there's a word stronger than that, let me know) their families might've been. A newborn is always a joy to have around the house.. from gladly making an idiot out of yourself in public by telling them how cutesy-wutesy they are, from teaching it how to walk, speak, and being with them on great moments of their lives... Their first day of school, their first puppy love, their first hangover... well, maybe the last one doesn't apply for all of us.
But anyway, another thing I'd like to bring up is how people, especially the younger ones these days, seem to jus' waste away their lives. And we have these people who've never even had the chance to experience life... Life isn't all great as we know it, but isn't that the beauty of it?
What jus' pisses me off is that those infants who died without even reaching a month old would've prob'ly made much better use of people who decide to jus' waste away their lives.
Holla.
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