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I am the only girl in the family aside from my mother. I have three brothers but I was born years before they were born. I was born on November 25, 1977 but I always wish I was born earlier. I could have been a hippie.My parents just got out of college when they had me. My dad, now a microbiologist in Saudi was a hippie himself at the University of the Philippines. On the other hand, my mom was a Catholic school girl.
I enjoyed my childhood. So far, no bad memories have ever popped in my mind. I can say that I have a very happy and healthy childhood. Pampered as I always have been, I didn't have any playmates. I chose not to have some. As a child I had dolls and guns at the same time. My only playmates were my younger brother Jan and my Barbie dolls. Then, I discovered art. I was three when I started to paint my grandmother's walls. I spent all my grade school summer days experimenting on colors. I was eight when I came up with my own cartoon character, the lugvies. I named them lugvies because I thought that they were so ugly. They became my friends. They came to life in front of my own eyes. They drank the water from my watercolor and their bodies sipped the colors for clothing. They breathe the air and moved. Together with the lugvies I discovered that I could write, so I started to write poems and short stories about my environment, my feelings and everything I found interesting.
One thing I could not forget was my first day of school. I was five years old then and was extremely shy. I seated in one corner and talked to no one. I was enrolled in the kindergarten class of a catholic school, Immaculate Conception Academy. I finally had a friend. Her name was Che-Che. She was a chubby girl with an apple cut. I only wanted to seat with her. I didn't want to seat with nobody else but her. The week after, Che-Che had a new seatmate. I was transferred to another room because the room was too crowded. After that, I never saw Che-Che again. I never had a friend. I felt so out of place. I didn't even know their dialect.
Eventually, I have learned to conceal the fear and loneliness. I metamorphosed into a friendly, outgoing person. I had a lot of friends. I became popular in school and to everybody else. In highschool, I was a consistent honor student and officer of the school. My school was run by nuns. They played a very essential role in molding my personality for now I do not adhere to their practices.
Then I went to college in 1994. I was accepted at the premiere university, the University of the Philippines. I was accepted at the College of Engineering where I majored in Electronics and Communications Engineering. I stayed at the Kalayaan Residence Hall, the dormitory for freshmen. We were two in a very small room. My room was at the third floor where water was a scarcity. On my first day at the dorm, I was almost kicked out -- me and my friend Lei were caught checking out our new friend's computer at the restricted to girls boys' wing!
For the first time in my life I was alone. I felt the sudden thrill of being free and independent. I went to wherever I wanted to go and slept whenever I wanted to.I had new friends: Alena - from Kobe, Japan, the rocker genius; Edna - my roommate during the second semester, became paranoid during the first sem; and Lei - my highschool buddy.
Adventurous as I have always been, I ended up with a hard core activist organization in the university. After a couple of months of mass integration and progressive lectures, I left the group. I realized that I am a slave of their so-called burguoise society... I am individualistic and could not keep up with their expectations and idealism.
From the College of Engineering I shifted to the College of Mass Communication. I am now a Communication Research major. I figured out that I belong to the world of art, media and social sciences. I was not meant to be an engineer. Pretty soon I'll be out of college. Soon I'll be working. I am a very ambitious person. I want to travel and get to know different cultures and people. I want a that'll take me around the world.
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