life as i knew it

the last time i was commented on for being too serious is when i dated this girl i met in baguio, particularly in gerry's where my frineds and i ate at (don't worry honey, it was way tooooo long ago). that was few months before the national elections, while i was still too pre-occupied with all "nationalistic" stuffs we had to do for our party. maybe back then i made it as an excuse. it that tenable because, really, when you engage yourself in nation building, much of your excitement will be eaten by either this country's deep shit, or your own inability to swim past it.

now i no longer am that active with such endeavors, and yet i was again commented for being too serious! mother ignacia! where is the me in the nutshell?!

i guess it was a timely shot of reality for me.

when i was a lil younger than i am to today and many lesser pounds back, i was "cool".

when i was a kid i am one of those people call "rollerboys", until i learned to dread it the moment rollerblades became too popular. anyway, i was so good at it. i used to jump at two feet stools my friends and i installed in the middle of the road, which , as expected, caused us some rat's mouth from motorists. i used to skate in the reverse, and i tried using a platform for added adrenaline. but everything ended the moment some horny peter snatched my rollerblades from our backyard to sniff the smell of world domination from the sweat of my feet.

i used to swim a lot, i used trek mountains, i used to travel, and in most cases, i used to lose my my way on purpose for the thrill of searching for it again. i used to be a nuctornal person. i used to hang out at joints in tomas morato and jupiter street (eastwood was not that developed then. you can now start counting for my age. kung marunong kang magbilang)

when i started writing this article, i wanted to ask myself where did that excitement go? i am now the living manifestation of boredom. but as i was beginning to end this, i realized that life in itself is a never ending stage of learning, unlearning, and relearning.

i am no longer at the edge. i have stepped few steps backward, sat with my compadres with a shotglass of tequila on the left and a bottle of redhorse on the right, and am continuously laughing with all the people who are and have gone to the edge and jumped. hehe suckers, they will also do the same thing i do now. when that time comes, i am already farther from the edge as i am now.

now that's about it. that was the end of the life as i knew. i am now learning a new one.
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marge: thank you for the comment, i wrote something sensible out of it. i guess.. heheheheheh carpe diem