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There was this weird kid again, just in front of the computer, chatting with his “so-called” friends in Yahoo Messenger. You can’t blame him for choosing friends whom he met from a local online computer game over than his classmates who tries to befriend him for he’s really choosy when it comes to friends.

Back then, he hadn’t made that much of friends. He was living at the busy streets of Sampaloc, Manila and they have a small sari-sari store but there house were just a few blocks away from the squatters’ area. His grandpa and grandma were very protective over this child because he was their only grandson. Yup, he was an only child and was often left together with his grandparents for his mother goes to work. As for his dad, he has never heard of him for he haven’t met him since was a baby.

Since his family has a definite source of income, they enrolled him at the University of Santo Tomas. He doesn’t like that university for a lot of his classmates often bully him and even some of the teachers tease him. From kinder up to grade 2, he endured every single words or negative things that were thrown to him thus becoming a secretive person up until now. He was transferred to another school by his mom when she heard the terrible things that his classmates and some teachers done to him from his neighbor classmate.

He didn’t like the idea of his mom transferring him to an Adventist school in Quezon City because their school curriculum was very long. He had to wake up by six in the morning and wait for his grandpa to vouch him up until five in the afternoon. Well, he was also thankful in some way that his mom transferred him to another school for he felt that his hidden intelligence were revealed to him and his new classmates were easy to bond with.

Also, it was in that school where he started to go to church again (for it was just above their classrooms). Computer games were popular during his days like Super Marrio, Counter Strike, Diablo, and Red Alert. Among all the persons to whom he is very grateful with, it is his cousin, Mifflin who introduced him to the use of internet and created his very own e-mail account. Without her, maybe he wouldn’t be in front of the monitor right now, typing his own autobiography.

Yes, everything that I wrote here happened in real life but these are just fragments, memories that I still remember during the early stages of my life. It’s good to reminiscence every once in a while but feeling those painful memories? I don’t know because I keep on enduring them all this time. Maybe my heart got used to it and told my brain to stop sending axons to command my eyes to cry.