An Autobiography Posted on 06/28/2007
"I am born to be me, not in
the image of my father, nor in the dreams of my mother, but by my own ideals. i am me, no one but me." Yet i am duly bound by the woman who gave birth to me, it was my fathers body and my mom's, that i was created.
Name:Benedick Barrameda Villanueva
a.k.a : Nonoy, Ben, and finally Gaebriel
Home : Iriga City "The City of Springs"Quiet, down-to-earth, nature lover, poet. Race is irrelevant to me, but humanistic values, honesty, introspection, and personal growth are very important. Love suburban places, mountain paths. Seeking compatible, humorous, sensitive, woman for commitment and caring.
I grew up lying, jealous, and my temper was fiery as hell. Yes, it was freedom, mistakes without repentance, thought i cried and prayed to my lord host whenever i am put under the belt. i grew with insatiable curiosity, dreams, visions and lust for riches. i broke every single one of my toys, took their batteries, their motors and made myself a portable fan, and it was fun. fun reaches it's climax when i dissembled everything from radios to televisions. it is really a pain for my mother teaching me to do things right.
i am branded as the sheep lost in my mother's flock, the black one. it was in high school that i first lived in chaos, i was at my prime, getting numerous awards and merits for my talents, even got ranked on the top 50 students. i was rebellious i don't need these people who brings me down, so i disrespected them (as they had always said), tagged as overconfident, ambitious and arrogant. i rosed to fame but soon fell within a year. luckily i found sanctuary in the principals office not as a haven but a belief that such a place where equality exists and be judged by actions and not by history. back then, i always had an annual appointment with my dear principal "the fearsome tiger" but she had always been my "lion's tamer".
And then i met this girl, she made me change for the better but she's is already a past, dead in man's history and I'm bound to forget.
The second coming of my turmoil when i stepped in college, again i was ranked as one of the most promising student in that batch, i was no longer arrogant and ambitious but i was radically independent (in academic means). poverty takes its toll here, family problems worsens things up. i was rebellious again but more violent this time..... i was a devil.... and was thrown to Cavite to cool me down for a year, building and my first future profession came to a screeching halt.
With the help of my foreign father i took up another course and starts to do it all over again, rebuilding my life...
And then this girl dead in the past came back to life, and with my own doing i plunged again to another world of hatred and hopelessness.. at least i learn many things here, those were good things. lets leave it at that. its time for me to move on...
THIS IS WHERE MY LIFE'S STARTS ANEW... and this story called my life would still continue. I LOVE YOU MAMA, I PROMISE I'D TAKE CARE OF YOU AS YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME. bear with me now for i am still growing up.
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