Who am I
Jace
Nov. 2, 1982
I am a normal person. At least that is what I know about myself.
Interests:
Basketball:
Bowling: Billiards: Badminton: Soccer: Wall Climbing: Swimming: Cycling:
Martial Arts: Dancing: Sleeping: Hanging out with Friends: Drinking Beer with
Friends: Playing video games: Playing video games with Friends: Malling: Bar
Hopping: KTV : Surfing the Internet: Playing Around: Kidding Around: Deep
Thinking: Daydreaming:
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Friends: Amie
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Friends Aris
Anne Marii
Carmina
China
Claire
Gretch
Gwen
Kikokix
Vanny
Blaise
Chichi
Franz
Gail
Henz
Ian
Ives
Iya
Leigh
Meann
Plue
Storm
Trish
Yshie
Zhang
Denz
Mad
Nassy
Pat
Poch
Weej
Xndi
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Work is tough... this is what I will look like in a few minutes. Phew....
Why is it that I couldn't be this way? At least in it's totality.
Why do I find it so hard to fix my schedule or complete doing the things I need to do in a single day? I actually tried to blame it on something else. I pointed my finger on the whirlwind of tasks that I needed to do each day. I kept on saying that a day is not enough for all the stuff that I needed to accomplish. I didn't have enough expertise to quickly and efficiently attend to my duties.
But damn... it's has been like a year and it seems that I have not improved. I have not changed for the better.
In reality, I couldn't fix myself ... I couldn't do things by myself. Hamf... so frustrating.
That'll be the day when I could prove all of them wrong.
O welp... tomorrow is another day to try.
A friend. A "barkada". A counsel. A partner. All rolled into one.
Silent most of the time. Aloof at sometimes. But when he utters a word, a statement, it becomes profound. It touches my soul and I become enlightened.
There are times when he is stubborn but he can actually do everything if he puts his mind into it. Even though he does not know it yet, I know in time he will be great.
He is one of the people who best understands who I am. And believe me, I can only name a few people who actually do. That is why I'm grateful.
He is a survivor. A die hard silent romantic. A man of principle.
Yet, in his own way, he is fun and crazy.
He has influenced me to become better. All these years, he is one of the people who continued to accept me. I can never think of my life without him in it.
And now, I'm celebrating the time when the Supreme Being created this wonderful person and bestowed him upon us. I will forever thank the day he started to exist. I will forever cherish the day I got to know him.
This is my way of greeting you for I am was not able to personally greet nor see you this week.
Happy Birthday Patrick Dela Cruz. May you have many more to come, Best.
Okay tama na potah parang badinger Z! Woooot!!! Inuman na toh! wehehehehe...
Now, who is he to you? :)
It's amazing when children play around and pretend that they are somebody else. They could be a rocket scientist, an astronaut, a super hero: anything imagined comes true. One may not understand that even though it's make believe, the child undergoes a mental brainstorm more complicated than an algorithm.
Their young thoughts can process and easily accept the fact that they who they believe they are at this point in time.
But while growing up, the the complications of a personality tend to revert to specific simplicity that is shown in a basic, solid character. Worldly rules and restrictions control you and mold your personality; and you become somebody... totally incomplete from who or what you have hoped to be. Always striving to become somebody. Waiting for the day you can totally accept yourself for the kind of person you have grown to become.
I envy the children for in their own minds, ... they are truly free....
Huh?
Where am I?
Better yet, who am I?
I have come to a realization that for quite some time, I was lost. And I'm trying to find a part of who I am that has almost been forgotten. It's like transitioning from one persona to another... unintentionally.
Is this what we call change? Do we really need to create a new person in every phase of one's life?
No. I don't want to believe it.
I want to try and have it back. A part of who I am that feels like I lost.
Hands... maintain your grip... feet don't fail me know. Mind... prepare for the worst because this will be one hell of a roller-coaster ride.