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		<title>life:then and now, make the choice</title>
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ahh.. buhay, buhay..
Its quite fast to grow up, considering the fact that I can still remember the times when all I have to do is play and have fun. no problems in the world can shake me then. Except the problems with playing.
Things change. One moment after another I see ...]]></description>
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<p>ahh.. buhay, buhay..</p>
<p>Its quite fast to grow up, considering the fact that I can still remember the times when all I have to do is play and have fun. no problems in the world can shake me then. Except the problems with playing.</p>
<p>Things change. One moment after another I see myself facing trial after trial, and its quite boring sometimes. Same old problems, same old solutions. As the song said, “seasons change, but people don’t”. Maybe I’m one of those who did not change. Why would I? Other people don&#8217;t. Habits lie deeply rooted in every person. Each and every good and bad traits I have is a product and By-product of life&#8217;s events and my changing thoughts on the world.</p>
<p>During my childhood, my biggest grief was not being able to go with my mother when she teaches, or going with my father in the bank where he was working. Now, I find myself facing the problems of how to pass my major subjects. I Face the problems of the eldest child, if there ever was a problem. </p>
<p>Before,the cool toy robot birthday gift from 14 years ago was one of the coolest toys to me. Now,that toy robot only looks low-tech compared to the new toy robos. Well, I still consider the toy robot of the past to be cool.</p>
<p>Some years before, I was the happy-go-lucky kid who doesn&#8217;t care for grades. Even now. But right now, I study, enough to at least land me a passing grade.</p>
<p>Out of all my changes, I&#8217;m happy about most of them. I&#8217;m also happy to get my poetic mind back. My sole talent that was once laid to the grave, maybe because I thought back then that poems were things of the past.</p>
<p>The life, then and now. The same life for tomorrow. Maybe the song was right, &#8220;Seasons change, But people don&#8217;t.&#8221; Of course, Not all people will change at the same time. It usually happens gradually. It must happen gradually. It starts from one person to the other. Others, Being influenced, Being infected with influence, also start to change. To make the choice of change.</p>
<p> Just a thought. Instead of having it go to waste, I’d rather have it like this. Maybe sometime I could use this for reminiscing. haha. Peace up.</p>
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