20. My first medal was awarded to me when I won first
place in a science quiz bee in first
year high school.
19. I was a happy-go-lucky boy during my elementary years. I
never really cared about getting low grades and not learning at all which was
contrary to how I was as a student in high school. It was during our elementary
graduation that I realized I needed to study hard.
18. I don’t trust people easily, so those I meet fall under
my observation before I finally decide to call them friends.
17. I’ve had only one girlfriend and a dozen crushes (and I
don’t think they ever train their eyes in my direction).
16. I hate seeing dirty feet. Well, who loves to?
15. I’m a music lover and a frustrated singer. When I was a kid, before I started schooling, I would always sing a song or two, the lyrics of which were extemporaneously formed in my head. I just invented a melody, weaved words together and sang to my heart’s desire.
14. There are moments i really don't care about the people around me, or about what they do. When they want to be crazy, show their lousy attitudes and whatever, I let them be. But I really don't try hard to join them in their deals. I'm not anti-social. I just can't relate with them at times. Perhaps because I haven't grown up with the kind of culture they have.
13. My mood changes from time to time. One minute, I am happy and jolly and crazy. The next, I become so irritated I don't want anyone to be talking to me. I'm not a bipolar, though. That's for sure. Hehe
12. A cup of coffee and a pack of biscuits can get me through one night without sleep. That's when I'm working.
11. Shoes make my mouth water. I am more fond of them than I am of clothes.
10. A simple yet sincere good morning greeting through a text message paints a smile on my face. I'm a very appreciative person. I count every person's effort to brighten up my day, or to make it extra special.
9. I have this scar on my left arm which I got from a dog bite when I was a kid. Our dog was eating that time and I was just watching him. All of a sudden, I hit him on his back which irritated him, causing the dog to bite me. It was so painful I was crying while mom was cleaning the wound. There were other instances that I was bitten by our pet dog. Strangely, however, I have never been afraid of dogs. I even love them. And I miss having one as pet.
8. If I were not a scholar, I wouldn't care too much about my grades. Not that I do not want to give my best shot in all that I do in college. It's just that wanting to get high grades destroys the aim of education which is to earn knowledge and learn to apply them; not to earn numbers and learn nothing at all because all you had in your head is extreme pressure. Learning should be enjoyed; not measured.
7. I haven't figured in on a fist fight with anyone. Not because I am a coward, but because I don't consider it a good way to settle disputes. My brain is placed in my head, not on my fist, so I don't use it in dealing with people I hate and who hate me (if there are some). But, I would love to try that. Maybe later. :P
6. All right, this sounds gross, but back in first year high school, an hour after lunch, I felt an uneasiness in my stomach. We were having a class that time and I couldn't concentrate because I could feel that it was nearly at the opening. I knew I couldn't hold it for a few more minutes, so I excused myself from class. When I was in the comfort room already and pulled my pants down, it seemed to have done a somersault and came out---and I barely removed my underwear! So, I had no choice but dump my underwear and go home without wearing any (and I never talked about that experience with anyone).
5. I hate kare-kare. I love peanut butter, but I don't like the idea of making it as sauce for beef mixed with vegetables. The first time I tasted it was in third grade. I know it wasn't because of kare-kare, but I had a terrible head ache after lunch. Perhaps, that's how I developed my dislike for the viand.
4. I may be good at it, but I actually hate memorization. Forcing and cramming in your head almost everything you've taken up during class lectures does not really facilitate learning. Rather, it only causes unnecessary pressure inside. The reality, however, is that most examinations require me to memorize lessons, so I can't do anything but to oblige lest I fail.
3. I had this weird phobia of mixer trucks (those big trucks with huge containers on their back that make them look like monster turtles) when I was a little boy. The subdivision we were residing in before was undergoing road construction, so every time I would see a mixer truck, I would freak out so much I would hide under the table, under the bed, inside the comfort room, or wherever I believed the monster could not reach. Up to now, I don't understand the psychological implication of that silly fear. Perhaps, I was afraid that one of the construction men would get me and put me in that large spinning container. Thank God I overcame that fear. Otherwise, I would look stupid when I saw one on the road.
2. Before I started schooling, I wanted to become a priest. Sometimes, I would wear a bathrobe and pretend I was a priest, imagining myself saying Mass (with all the hand gestures priests do). Because of that, everyone started calling me "father" (it sort of became a nick name when I was a kid). But, I dropped that dream when I entered school...and started having crushes.
1. When I was a kid, I never went out a lot to play with our neighbors' children, not because I wasn't interested at all, but because my parents didn't allow me (yeah, they were over protective). From the window, every afternoon, I would look at the kids playing outside, thinking how it felt to play luksong tinik, luksong baka, taguan, habulan, patintero, tumbang preso and other games with them. It somehow affected my personality and the way I communicate and socialize. I don't usually make the first move when I meet someone new. Often, I wait for people to come to me and open the conversation. But, as I have grown up, I have mustered enough confidence, though it sometimes crumble, to initiate small talk with people I barely know.
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