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So, I'm not really sure if I'll start with introductions or I'll jump right into my thoughts for the day. After all, I doubt anyone's going to read this. So I thought I'd put up a big post dump in one go. So, here goes.
My name is Cameron but almost everyone in my life now calls me Kei. I used to tell myself, and I quote because I feel as if that isn't me anymore, "There is NO way in hell I'm going to be a teacher, NO WAY at all." Why, you ask? My eldest sister is a college professor, and her voice hasn't gone back to normal since her third year in teaching. I had the privilege of observing my high school teachers (because I was one of those quiet kids who always stayed at the back of the class in or out of the classroom) and I know their daily troubles- us; and it wasn't really as if they were quiet about their complaints. I hated school, enough said. But hey, look at me now. I'm training to be a teacher. I'm in my last year in college, fully equipped with the knowledge necessary for keeping up with demon kids and mastering my subject, which is English, and trying to survive OJT (on the job training) without any mishaps and hopefully a head still full of hair.
Okay, what I just wrote may sound too much like a complain but no. I'm not complaining. Weird enough, I love what I'm doing. Weirder, I can see myself doing this for another five or ten years. The only thing holding me back from embracing this for the rest of my life is my passion for anything and everything NEW. You see, I hate routines. I hate doing the same thing again and again everyday. I hate monotony. What I want is adventure. I want to sleep at night knowing that when I wake up the next day, what I did that night won't happen again.
Which brings me to the other aspects of my life. I love nature. If I'm given a chance to live in the forest, I'd more than gladly take it. I hate the city fog because fog translates to pollution and pollution translates to poison and poison translates to death. In short, city fog translates to death. I really believe I'll have an early death because of my life in the city. Also, I love travelling. One of my wishes is to be able to tour the whole Philippines before my thirtieth birthday, so I still have nine years. I love eating different foods (err, except vegetables, I guess), keeping in mind which cuisine belongs to what region and then, eventually, what country.
But more than anything else, other than my family and friends, I have people keeping me alive. Namely, SM Town and Hey! Say! JUMP. You see, these people have been the smile that comes back after an unusually bad day for almost three years now.
Nevertheless, it was a total heartbreak when people left. When I found out about Hangeng leaving SuJu, I was devastated. When I learned that Kibum won't be an active member anymore, I felt numb. After that, I thought I won't be affected anymore. When I heard people were bashing Henry and ZhouMi, I was really angry. And then came Morimoto Ryutaro's stupidity. I was really angry and depressed.
But isn't that life? People come and go.
Still, they are the loves of my life. Chinen's cute and everything HSJ. Kyuhyun's voice and everything (especially the twisted mentality of these old geezers) SuJu. Oh and the long legs of GG; have I mentioned the fact that Sunny's new hair is pure love? I want that for my own this Christmas- minus the color, like I said, I want to survive OJT without any mishaps.
Now I'm fangirling. This is what people call extreme mood swings.
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I was at a career orientation today and they taught us the importance of our own decisions. Actually, they could be right. We can listen to the people around us, like when our parents chose this or that course for us or when we were pressured to take this or that because our friends did. But in the end, it's still us who will know what we really want. What it takes is the courage to stand and move.
Isn't it easier said than done though? Maybe some people can tolerate being left alone because of their choice. What's important is that they're happy. But would you be happy if you're incomplete?
Just my thought.
<3
My name is Cameron but almost everyone in my life now calls me Kei. I used to tell myself, and I quote because I feel as if that isn't me anymore, "There is NO way in hell I'm going to be a teacher, NO WAY at all." Why, you ask? My eldest sister is a college professor, and her voice hasn't gone back to normal since her third year in teaching. I had the privilege of observing my high school teachers (because I was one of those quiet kids who always stayed at the back of the class in or out of the classroom) and I know their daily troubles- us; and it wasn't really as if they were quiet about their complaints. I hated school, enough said. But hey, look at me now. I'm training to be a teacher. I'm in my last year in college, fully equipped with the knowledge necessary for keeping up with demon kids and mastering my subject, which is English, and trying to survive OJT (on the job training) without any mishaps and hopefully a head still full of hair.
Okay, what I just wrote may sound too much like a complain but no. I'm not complaining. Weird enough, I love what I'm doing. Weirder, I can see myself doing this for another five or ten years. The only thing holding me back from embracing this for the rest of my life is my passion for anything and everything NEW. You see, I hate routines. I hate doing the same thing again and again everyday. I hate monotony. What I want is adventure. I want to sleep at night knowing that when I wake up the next day, what I did that night won't happen again.
Which brings me to the other aspects of my life. I love nature. If I'm given a chance to live in the forest, I'd more than gladly take it. I hate the city fog because fog translates to pollution and pollution translates to poison and poison translates to death. In short, city fog translates to death. I really believe I'll have an early death because of my life in the city. Also, I love travelling. One of my wishes is to be able to tour the whole Philippines before my thirtieth birthday, so I still have nine years. I love eating different foods (err, except vegetables, I guess), keeping in mind which cuisine belongs to what region and then, eventually, what country.
But more than anything else, other than my family and friends, I have people keeping me alive. Namely, SM Town and Hey! Say! JUMP. You see, these people have been the smile that comes back after an unusually bad day for almost three years now.
Nevertheless, it was a total heartbreak when people left. When I found out about Hangeng leaving SuJu, I was devastated. When I learned that Kibum won't be an active member anymore, I felt numb. After that, I thought I won't be affected anymore. When I heard people were bashing Henry and ZhouMi, I was really angry. And then came Morimoto Ryutaro's stupidity. I was really angry and depressed.
But isn't that life? People come and go.
Still, they are the loves of my life. Chinen's cute and everything HSJ. Kyuhyun's voice and everything (especially the twisted mentality of these old geezers) SuJu. Oh and the long legs of GG; have I mentioned the fact that Sunny's new hair is pure love? I want that for my own this Christmas- minus the color, like I said, I want to survive OJT without any mishaps.
Now I'm fangirling. This is what people call extreme mood swings.
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I was at a career orientation today and they taught us the importance of our own decisions. Actually, they could be right. We can listen to the people around us, like when our parents chose this or that course for us or when we were pressured to take this or that because our friends did. But in the end, it's still us who will know what we really want. What it takes is the courage to stand and move.
Isn't it easier said than done though? Maybe some people can tolerate being left alone because of their choice. What's important is that they're happy. But would you be happy if you're incomplete?
Just my thought.
<3