.::Monday, March 01, 2004 well...its sunday today...really feel blessed(supremely happy)....of everythin around me...its just wonderful really...and rite now i really dunnoe wat else to say in my blog...well...if u guys do read my archives u may realise how emotional a person i am...and how events...small little things do bother me at times...well i guess its just me...and i guess at one point of time i hated me bein me...coz i always get into deep thought and was always so negative abt stuff...and i really hated myself when i thought too much...and i always thought that my mind was a curse...coz i would always think radical things...things that ppl find to be too extreme and think my thoughts are just too much...well i was unhappy...yes very...but i guess wat really changed my way of thought was when i realised that it is just me...and God must hv given me a mind such as this for a reason...and that i shd use it not to think negtively and stuff but too use it to glorify him...but so far as i see myself...i hv failed...but i still do pray everyday....b4 i enter sch...that he will bring peace to my mind..and my soul....so far...it has....and i m thankful...for everythin HE has given me till this day...and i guess i cant thank him enough even with this words i say...
anyway...ya...i guess i feel like tellin a story...hahaha...ya...okok....well it goes somethin like this...in the year of our lord 1986....17th of the 7th month July...a boy was born in St Lukes Hospital...Quezon City, Manila...and he was named Justin Paolo Quismundo Gumapon....Justin meanin justice....because durin the yr he was born was a period of injustice...and the time was ripe for it as Marcos was abt to be ousted as the president....Paolo in remembrance of my elder bro who passed away at 5mths old becoz of a disease in the brain the doc didnt quite detect soon enough...he was called Paolo Jorge Quismundo Gumapon...he was born in England...and he had this distinctive birthmark patch on his face...he was cute....and he would hv been 20 this yr...i was born to the Gumapon family....and Gumapon is my surname...not my dad's...my dad's name is Emmanuel Tecson Gumapon...and i was also born as a Quismundo...which is my mom's family name...well that sums up the birth of me...i guess...
well i lived in philippines for five yrs...and all i can remember are just so vague...but i recall my dad sayin that it was durin this time that my dad was in a bad state coz my family was broke and my dad didnt have a job...well i do remember i went to sch when i was like hmmm...3 years old...and i remember i was the only one speakin english there and was laughed at becoz i couldnt speak tagalog...well i guess i had a gd teacher who taught me how to speak...and sch was fun...it wasnt like the ones here whereby since nursery kids here are constrained by the system and costricted by the limitations it gives them that only the fit survive and the weak go nowhere....well...i only went to that play grp for 1 yr i think...well durin that time...i got left behind by the sch bus...and i was left alone in sch...and i was like 3yrs old...i wasnt sad or anythin...coz i remembered i didnt cry...but thankfully a teacher took me in and i spent a nite there...and i remember my mom sayin how worried she was lookin everywhere for me...well she called up the bus guy...and the guy thought it was a holiday...thats why he didnt come to pick me up...haha...well my mom really scolded that guy....hehe...well anyway...durin my three years on this earth...on March 25...Jared was born...he was a squealer....as my mom said...and my dad said he was impatient as he came out b4 the doc prepared the delivery room...so explains his nature hey....haha...well he was born and my elder bro Jon who is 2 yrs my senior...really took care of Jared...didnt really care much of the attention stuff...coz i dun remember fightin for it...ahah...well soon after that...my mom i think went to m'sia to visit my dad who found a job there...and she brought Jared along...and i think that was in 1990....but i guess between 1989-1990...i visited my grandfathers place at cotabato...and it was really a kampung there...i travelled o a ferry on my own with my aunty edith...well the life there was really cool...i was like runnin ard in the big field in front of the house my grandpa built on his own...it was 2 storeys somemore...well...i stayed there for a few wks i think...haha...well i remember sleepin in mosquito nets....they look like giant covers u use to cover ur food from flies...and one time my grandma made tinola frm one of the chickens i saw roamin ard...haha...it was gd there....i met also a few frens there...one called jp but its sad now..knowin that that hse is no longer standin...well anyway...thats abt sums up my life in philippines...coz in 1991 my whole family moved over to malaysia...well it was becoz my dad got a job and he asked the company that he wants all of us to go to if he gets the job....well he landed one at MSE in pasir gudang....haha...ya...well at first we met my dad at kl and stayed there a few days b4 we commuted to JB....and we stayed a few wks at taman rintin at one of the company houses....then we moved to permas jaya as my dad rented a house there...well we stayed in permas jaya for a yr...and it was a grt one...and to tell ya the truth...it was here that got the most scars...and mind you i was just 5yrs old...well....all scars hv stories and i guess the longest one on my body...was becoz of my elder bro draggin me on a mattress and lest did we noe there was a spring protruding out...then i hv one whereby i got it when i fell off the bike while goin down hill at a construction site...and yes...the one i most remembered was when i couldnt press the brake and i fell into a longkang head first....and the longkang was abt 6ft deep or prob abt 10ft.....and the meat guy...u noe the one who rides on the motorcycle and sells meat....helped me out....well as soon as i got out...i started bikin..and ya...bikin with a big baluku on my head...hhahaaha....anyway....i spent a gd one yr over there....realy met good neighbours....whom we went venturin together in the drains...playground...we were basically explorin...it was grt...well my dad got a car too...it was a white proton saga with a horn that had 5 diff sounds...and it was covered in lights like a christmas tree...haha...anyway...we shifted out of that hse come 1992...and we went to taman perling...and it was at this house...that brings back many memories...
taman perling was kinda a big estate...in 1992 the place where we were stayin was surrounded by plantations...rubber plantations to be exact....and over there i went to little buds kindergarten....and i love it there...coz it really brought up the person in me...coz durin the graduation ceremony...i performed a solo item...singin where is love...haha...it was grt...then came primary sch...and thats when my true self really showed....i guess i would call pri sch as the point in my life....whereby i was really a bad bad boy...i dunnoe why but thinkin abt how i was a bad boy...in pri one i remember stealin frm my mom and dad to get extra pocket money...got caught...was punished real badly by my dad...then at p2...i was a bully...pickin fights etc...at pri 3...that was the worse coz i was really a true blue samseng....haha...ya...i like joined the malay gang coz my sch Sekolah Rendah Kebangsaan Ngee Heng....was actually a malay sch so everythin was in malay...yes everythin...haha...well i joined the malay side and we were like against the indian guys...and i remember one time i fought this guy and we rolled around on the floor till the teacher came in...and she like scolded us....then there was this one incident i beat up this guy in the school bus until he almost fainted...i was a wild kid...really...very bad...but despite that i still got good grades....and i think the worse came when i was caned by the principal for being a truant...ya...i left school durin recess to buy chapteh...crazy huh....well dats pri 3...and i guess despite all that...i still got good grades....anyway...my life changed when i reached p4...i went into the best classs...away frm all the ppl i mixed with in pri 3....well i guess i was really terrible despite the fact i came frm a christian family...and also joinin the BB in church...but i guess my life changed when i reached p4...i went into the best class in the school...and i mixed with better company...and i had 2 best frens...one was Eugene...and the other Patrick...they were gd company...and gd frens...and the 3 of us did everythin under the sun...and the 3 of us became prefects...well...i was a prefect until p5...of that yr...and i was also the squad leader in the junior BB...but to tell ya guys one thing...durin p4...i did the most terrible thing one can do...smoke...it was becoz of Jon who got into bad company that i sorta followed him..but it was good that my mom caught him and scolded him...but not me...coz she didnt know i did...well...ya...thats pri sch yrs...after p4 and p5....my dad found a job in singapore...and we shifted over in nov of 1997...
well...i guess i hv said alot and can u believe it i spent a whole hr on this...well...i guess i will talk more on two more series...one will be my life in singapore...then after that my spiritual life and the conclusion...ya...well...i guess this will be where i stop then....well...i guess life mysteries will be uncovered when we realise that somethin after all has been guidin us through...
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