I was rummaging some of the stuff my mom moved to my room back in Las Pinas when I came across my old sketchpad. It was actually quite dusty and the pages have turned a bit yellowish, proof that I haven't been using it for a long time. Of course, it consists of drawings I did back in the 1990s, when I was still in highschool. Wow, saying that (or typing for this matter), feels like I'm telling a bedtime story to my grandchildren.
Anyway, as I turned the pages one by one, I can't help but smile and reminisce how I was back then. I was so full of life. Very determined. Confined to my very pampered world. Oblivious to the disappointments and heartaches that the future will bring. That is why it's called LIFE. Good thing I am happy and at peace now.
And once upon a time, I was at peace when there's a pencil or pen in my hand, drawing or writing. I know my sketches are not that great but I always enjoy the compliments from my cousin and best friend, the two people who I share this with. Let me now show you some of my drawings that I kept hidden for years.
My cousin's pic when he was 9 months...
I was feeling religious at that time...
This was how I envisioned myself in college, staying at a dorm which never happened.
I don't really know what I was thinking then.