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mgakaberks somewhere at the New Cayman Isles... |
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Journal Entry #13:Writing 'Welcome!'How do I describe myself? I am Jan. An artist and what? I love to read books!! I love puzzles, enjoy riddles, do things with the computer (along with strategy games) and I cook!!! When I was young I loved to become a chemist. Well, things change and I'm going into the techy stuff. I LOVE ART!!! |
...we're really at Rizal province |
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Why bother in knowing me? I am but a teenager who happens to walk the face of the earth in a time they call the 21st Century. It isn't really what they say it is, for man has long been existing before they even knew how to read the stars and even think of making a calendar. Anyway, where am I going? Oh yes, I love to ponder on a lot of questions, especially on the whys and hows of the world. If you have noticed I am a type of a phlegmatic-melancholic, which of course are those who don't care what you say about them or how they must dress up. However, I am careful with words though. For words can either mend a person's cross face or blow his brains out. |
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Enough of what I am to myself and let's get to what I am to a lot of people (my public persona). ( cough, cough) I am J (pronounced Jay), and my real name is Jan Jacob Glenn M. Jansalin. I come by series of nicknames such as Papu (mostly relatives call me by this name), Naj (by my elementary peers who can't pronounce the word 'Jan' right, FYI it's supposed to be pronounced as Yan), and Bok (by my long time friends- anyway Bok is the shortened form of Tambok which means fatty). That's why I empathize fatsos since I was once like them, always being teased about, always worried of when to eat next, and enslaved by gluttony. I only deflated at the age of 16 because of peer pressure (since all of them where pretty good hikers -literally hikers). We could walk for 5 kilometers just for the sake of fun (just imagine what torture was for them). Plus the fact that I joined the COCC in which we started our day with a 5 km jog, spent our day in humiliation and torture in bootcamp, it sure was cold hell. I endured a real soldier's life for 6 days straight since the 26th of December 2002 until New Year's Eve. From that day on, I never became a couch potato again. Goodbye for being a home bud and hello to being a outdoor kiddo... I can't imagine being stuck in the house again (kaya naging layas na ako simula noon). |
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