Welcome. My name is Aris, and I own this blog. I am 22 years old, single, and I’m in Baguio City (the Summer Capital of the Philippines) right now. My heart was broken into pieces years ago, but I’m okay now. I am now ‘the new me’. Here’s my short autobiographical notes:
I was born in Bicol 7, 765 days after the Association of Southeast Asian Nation was formed in a summit held in Manila and 1,108 days after Ninoy Aquino was assasinated at the Tarmac of Manila International Airport. My mother told me that my birth was ‘a great miracle’ but she didn’t explain to me why she called it ‘a great miracle’. When I asked my father if he knew the reason why mother had called my birth ‘a great miracle’, I got this reply: “You better go to your mother and ask her”…
I don’t believe that I ever felt love for any mature person(except my mother) when I was just a kid. Love, the spontaneous, unqualified emotion of love was something I could only feel towards people who were young. Towards people who were old – and remember that old for me means over thirty or even over tweny-five – I could feel admiration, reverence or compunction, but I seemed cut off from them by a veil of fear and shyness mixed up with physical distate…
The first time I ever had a toy plane was several years ago. I was only three and a half years old when my mother bought me a medium-sized toy plane at the Plaza Fair. But I didn’y know that it was only a toy. I didn’t know how large a real plane was, nor how expensive. To me it was a very fascinating real airplane, complete in itself, that would definitely take me someday to the moon, Neverland and other faraway, enchanted palce…
Then one day, while playing with my toy outside our house, my eye caught something in the clear blue sky. I was a plane, but it was moving fast, so really fast that it soon had vanished from my sight…
The following day, I begged my mother to buy me another plane. This time, I asked for REAL airplane…
Cupid stroke my heart when I was sixteen years old without giving me any hint that he was only tricking me. I didn’t know that his real intention was only to hurt me. The only thing that I truly knew by that time was I was in love, so madly and deeply in loved with someone I hardly knew.
About my interests? Well, I love blogging(see?) and eating, and I love to have a business someday. I like to read and write, and I love to argue with people who do not agree with me too profoundly. I don’t like President Bush, and I don’t like people whose major objective in this world is pleasure. I hate capitalists, emperialists, litterers, illegal loggers, oppressors, yellow shirts, bad girls and anything that’s beyond my comprehension. I believe that I have may responssibilities, but none greater than these: to love, to live and to serve my country and fellow Filipinos…
