Let’s admit it. We have made and done a lot of stuff in the past that we regret. We have also done a lot of stuff in the past that we will surely never forget. Though in the midst of all this nostalgia about our so-called important events like breaking-up, standing up again and so-on and so-forth about the relationship stuff, there have been a lot of things that have changed. Think about it for a second, what were you in your past years? And to put more emphasis in the change, what are you now?

Well, lemme tell you a little background of what has happened to me in the past which is a bit personal but heck, I’ve shared a lot of personal stuff with y’all in the past right? ;) I just hope I don’t regret writing this down! Just kidding!

Anyway, it’s been almost four years since I’ve ended my freshman year in high school and just recently, I’ve just ended my freshman year of college. Upon a bit of analysis (or reflection, whatever you call it), I’ve found out that almost everything about me has changed. For example, my height and my inability to play basketball! Back then I was just this 4 feet 11 inch boy that hardly knew anything about playing basketball and now, I’m this 5 feet 5 inch guy that can regularly hit mid-range J’s with a slight consistency (I still suck though). But as I’ve said in a post I’ve done back then, there’s still this certain essence or role in a person that doesn’t change whatever the hell you do. And as you might have guessed, I’ve found out mine. It isn’t gaming. It isn’t video-making, sports, writing or music either. It’s telling stories and sharing my life. I never noticed it before but after taking some stress of my head and being nostalgic for a moment in time, I’ve realized that inspiring people and making people move-on has truly been my role and I doubt that it’ll change anytime soon.

Anyway, enough of my life and more on the observations. 

In our current time, life’s been hard. Technology continues to improve and improve. Innovation’s taking a huge up-heave. Economy’s getting crappier and crappier. Education is simply becoming some sort of bad yardstick for intelligence and potential and love has been but an aging tale of fantasies and inconvenient lies. And subjects in school are simply become a pain in the butt. God, a lot has really changed in the years! And as we age and as we realize the different ironies this life has to offer I hope we don’t forget that our parents age too. Albeit a lot of the youngsters these days don’t even pay dividends to those that gave them life so yeah, that’s another change too. In addition to that, the general taste of musical rendition in the world is asunder. Imagine that in a span of four years, there’s actually been four (according to my belief) huge changes in musical taste for us teens! From Pop to Rock to Soul and now Party Music (which I can’t seriously compared to true RnB)! Heavens, what has the world become?! If back then it was a little off, and now it’s as good as a broken glass what might happen in the future years to come?

Well, let’s hope Freshman Future can answer that. And I hope the real change comes soon. A change that’ll hopefully benefit mankind.

Back in the first part of the post, I ended it up saying that there was a certain person who told me a portion of his life when he saw me seating in the corner of the corridor. His name was Jeffrey Doringo. He was this BS Psychology major that I knew because he was a close friend of my brother when they were in first year. Some say he’s a maniac, others a rapist while most a social guy. For me though, he’s sort of a mentor. For the nth time and yet again, I have found a wise person who’s worthy of my attention of my respect, heck I guess I could totally talk to this guy all day long if I can but of course, we both thread different paths so that’s highly unlikely. Anyway, Jep as my bro calls him gave me much needed advice and insights about life. He gave this idea that life in our school isn’t easy yet it is a place for those that are truly up for challenges. He told me that the pursuit of the diploma in our school is a difficult one yet once you’re close to the goal, you’ll eventually start what he calls some form of self-motivation so that you never lose track of the reasons why you’re studying. He told me so much more about his life and though I want to share most of it, I doubt he wouldn’t allow it (or would he?) ‘cause y’know most it is a bit personal and I wouldn’t want to divulge it to the world. To just sum it all up we talked about life and what you think others think about you. It’s like on that day, we were truly Psychology Majors, defining the human emotions and strengths…

After we finished talking, we headed straight back to the building where the enrolment was held. The current number that was being called inside the waiting room was still at 170 so Jep and I still had to wait for a long time, or so I thought. We didn’t wait too long for the enrolment went on overdrive the moment we came back after we ate lunch. It took only around 30 minutes for me to get back into the line and in the flick of a finger, I was yet again a certified member of this disastrous university. Before I went home though, I opened my phone and saw tons of huge messages leaving me with no choice but to leave Jep and go back to my house only to find out that Yo Baga Baga is currently there. (Yo Baga Baga is like a sub-group of Overnighters! which paved the way for Stainless Champorado.) As I’ve said, we were supposed to shoot for our upcoming channel but in ended up with ruins… NOT! 

Because we ended up not having been able to shoot for our first episode, we headed to SM San Lazaro where we ended up watching Paranormal Activity 3. It wasn’t that scary, it was rather just intoxicating to the brain ‘cause of the numerous thriller moments. I wouldn’t say the same for a friend of mine though who was not an avid fan of scary movies for he must have had a miserable nightmare that night. Anyway, after the movie, this friend of mine (yes the one who was going to have a miserable nightmare) started to imitate Tobita & Paranormal (those were the jokes we made whilst at the cinema) which totally gave much ruckus when we were at the floors of the mall. I mean c’mon! We were totally owning the place, not caring whether we were going to get reprimanded, scolded or what not! In short, we had fun! Even though we did not plan what transpired that day, it totally went on to become an awesome bonding experience! I totally love those guys and I don’t think that won’t change anytime soon! Check out a few pics in here! (Justin’s blog, just scroll down.) 

Conclusion: Patience does bode good things, maybe not even what you thought it would bode… Sometimes even better than that, maybe an irreplaceable item or perhaps an irreplaceable memory. :) 

So I recently bumped unto this M-85 Replica that my dad hid behind our TV for years. It was rather dusty and I had to wipe the dust off with a piece of tissue ‘cause if I don’t who knows what kind of damn allergies I’m gonna get. For the record, YES, the gun can shoot but NO the gun doesn’t have bullets and CANNOT kill for it can only store Pellets. Anyway, I tried it out after cleaning it and it turns out it still works. The cool “bang” sounds, the automatic features and the extremely awesome silencer. I wonder though, what kind of idea led my dad to even buying this probably unusable huge piece of clunked up metal? (I totally used a lot of adjectives there! :D) But then I thought of what my dad was.

My dad. Hmm… I never really got to know him that well and though he wasn’t always away at the house, I never found time to really bond with him. Maybe he’s a bit too principled and maybe everything he says increases his maximum head weight by .1 lbs. but what I am sure of is that he is what tough-as-nails bastard. (Wow, I couldn’t believe I said that.) “Tough-as-nails” ‘cause he does stuff that no one in this world could possibly do without help. He does stuff in such a way that he does it in his own way. He’s principled and down-to-earth and I do think that I got my “serious side” in his genes and  though I hate that part of my genes, I guess it helps a bit. Anyway, he’s also very skilled in all kinds of stuff, I hardly even know why he’s stuck here at home at all time. Mom said he was lazy… I say he’s just waiting for a time to step-up. Maybe in the worst of cases, he’ll shine like the brightest of stars. That’s what I like about my dad, he steps up when he needs to. In addition, that’s why I continue to respect and like him unlike M-85 Jr. (that’s coming up soon!) because even though he degrades your pride by shouting at you and shows you his extremely lazy side, he has the guts to power down and derail challenges. He’s totally like that M-85 that’s at the back of our TV… Though a bit dusty, he can still totally pack a huge amount of punch. 

Anyway, I still can’t deny that fact that he’s fat though. LOL! =))