Anything, everything, under the sun. Whatever floats my boat at that moment in time.
I hate being a “Filipino”. I have grown sick and tired of being led by a dysfunctional government. I hate turning on the TV to watch the news, seeing the same things over and over and over and over again only to have different names and scenarios in them. I hate the fact that people complain and whine over how our government is so corrupt when they don’t even exercise their right to vote wisely. I hate the fact that most of us have to suffer floods, intense traffic, and other things, just because the taxes we pay do not actually go to the budget for infrastructures, roads, buildings, and other projects they said they were supposed to do, because it ends up in other people’s accounts. I hate the fact that political dynasties continue to exist and yet have minimal output in their respective cities/towns. I hate the fact that some less fortunate people choose to wallow in poverty, rather than to strive for what can actually improve their lives and end up blaming the government why they are poor. I hate the fact that it takes too long for a case to be closed, unless a reward is involved. I hate the fact that for the past years, we now seem to settle for mediocrity.
I will always remember.
I entered the portals of Bicol University in 2009 with mixed emotions. I was out to explore the “college jungle” and I felt all possible levels of being stoked to start chasing my dreams. As I was nervously walking to my college, I passed by you. Back when I was in highschool, I already heard about you from a few friends from BU. You were the famous CenTree (Century Tree). A sturdy acacia tree in the heart of BU, home to thousands of students in the main and satellite campuses. A tree not only famous for giving shade, but was once a spot where the food lounge was. You stood strong despite Reming though the cemented bench circling you had an opposite fate. I was still in awe during my first few months. But as I started waking up late, arriving in school a few minutes before class started, I started running around to make sure I get in my class. I didn’t stare as much as I did before but you still stood there watching, sometimes as if reprimanding me, “You’re late again, Ms. Relova. Better sleep early tonight.” I do, and yet a few days after, I go running around again.
I’m the kind of person who loves smiling. Someone once even called me “Happy” because that’s how I usually am. No matter how bad a situation is, no matter how annoyed I get because of unfortunate happenings, no matter how stressed I am, I make it a point that I smile everyday. I know a lot of people think I’m hard to please (and hard to reach) but the people closest to me know very well how modest my happiness is. Smiling does not only relay our happiness to people but it also reduces stress and makes us more attractive (who wouldn’t want that anyway?).
I know the things that make us smile may vary because of our differences. But as for me, here are five of the things that never fail to make me smile.
I’d like to say I’m quite an affable person. I like meeting new people and hearing their stories. I love walking through different walks of life in my mind when I listen to what others have experienced. I love gaining new friends and being with the old.