Re-wind

2012. It’s almost the end of the world. Riiiight.

It's the twelfth. day of the year and now we’re all back to our solitary and distressed student lives. But before we get on with our rumble jumble kaleidoscopic realms, I won’t be damned if I do a little flashback, am I?

I’ve been trying to re-run 2011 in my head but apparently, it’s difficult to come up with like a wrap-up-entry ‘cause a lot, I mean a looooot of things happened the past year (which is a good thing right?).

The Ram Revilla murder case, tsunami in Japan, Sendong, Rizal turning 150 yrs old, the KC and Piolo break-up, GMA getting arrested, and a whole lot of other trapos reaping the fruit of their labor, etc., etc., etc.

It has been one hell of a ride for everyJuan.

For me at least.

Eighteen.

Isn’t that noteworthy enough?

I guess it’s true what they say about a woman’s season of unveiling and broken spells. For some reason, it’s like something inside me just had to exude without knowing and without any guy factor (well, maybe at some level but you get what I’m driving at?).

This radiance I speak of is more than dressing up like a lady or getting a prettier face and what have her. Probably, underneath all the fears and scars, it’s just that little bit of light within her that is inevitably bared. Maybe a greater sense of self-worth, maybe beauty, maybe... freedom?

But seriously, in many ways, I was able to get more in touch with my femininity. SERIOUSLY :)) The season of suppressing and hiding and "manhating" is over. :)) Surprisingly :))

Maybe eighteen is indeed a eureka period or a milestone or whatever you wanna call it for many of us, ladies. Maybe.

A car. A condo-like dorm. Late-night hangouts. So adult-ish, isn't it? Of course, it makes you feel independent and all. But I guess that privilege of "freedom" involves a lot of matured thinking too. Although I was practically "on my own", I still had to learn my limitations too. I had to learn how to budget on my own. And go home early when I drive 'cause apparently, I still go home at my grandparents place on weekends.

Tell me about responsibility.

I give Spiderman much credit to that.

But I think one remarkable thing that I truly treasure the past year was being more close to my family than everrrr before. It's not even about just having dinner every week. But it's like, for some reason, we've gotten to know each other moooore and love each other more regardless of whatever past issues we had. And that's a big thing. For me at least.

Like my Dad, whom I did not grow up with, has been really (genuineeely) making it up to me and my sister. And that's a BIG THING. (At least for now.)

I could say it was a good year ‘cause I was able to be mooore, to see mooore, to love mooore and to live mooore.

So kudos 2011!

But I'm looking forward to 2012.

I believe it's gonna be an awe-zome year :)