I wrote my first poem when I was three years old. It’s a little rhyme about the moon that went like this:
Buwan, buwan, may tao ka ba?
Wala, wala, ako’y nag-iisa.
Gusto mo bang samahan kita?
I forgot what went next but I’m sure there are a few words left somewhere there.
At 11 years old, my knack for writing was accidentally discovered. The first time I joined a competition, I reached up to the regional level and won first place in our division. I never knew it but this time would be a defining moment in my life.
A year after, I was 12 years old, I became friends with this 19 year old guy, who refused to believe I was 12, and he ended up really liking me. He was very nice and cute but c’mon, I was barely entering high school.
My Man and I met during sophomore year. Both of us were 14 years old then but we did not date. He did pursue me for some time but he ended up falling in love with computer games more than me 😆 so we ended up being strange friends all the way to senior year.
When I entered college at 16 years old, I got listed by the university publication and was given a sports column right at the get go. It started my foray into competitive campus journalism, and I made a killing – I mean it, think of the stuff that makes legends, that sort of thing.
My Man and I found each other again around this time too and we hanged out a lot and decided we would like to hang out every day with each other until we realized, “Hey, we are in a relationship!” 😆 I’ve mentioned this many times, but we don’t have any anniversary or whatever because we just happened and it’s awesome.
I was 21 years old when I had my first job as a part time chemistry instructor at private college in the city. All my students were older than me because they were engineering students and chemistry was their back subject. They were all rascals but I scared them shitless. That class was the most fun I ever handled as a teacher. This took place in the summer and after that I became a clinical instructor for the state university where I graduated. The whole experience inspired my article for Youngblood Inquirer.
Now the most fun of my life began when I was 22 years old. I changed careers and became a content writer. It was like living a dream and every damn day I can’t be any more grateful. 🙂
Today, I turn 25 years old and I can tell you I’m having the time of my life. If I live up to 100 then this would be my silver year. My life is far from perfect but you know what, I choose to revel in all the imperfections, and while some things could have gotten better in the past, I wouldn’t change a thing, because no matter what, I’m living mighty fine and I’m glad.
Happy birthday to me. 🙂