Tuesday, May 20, 2003
Eight Years of Asia
In the past eight years I've never returned to the United States once. But, I still use American English as my primary language. In the past eight years, I've been living within Asia. From May 20 in 1995 to November 2 in 1998, I was living on a Japanese island named Okinawa. A peaceful, quiet, and beautiful little society just south of mainland Japan, a bit east of Taiwan, and almost equal distant to Manila as with Tokyo.
My dad retired in 1998 and decided to retire to the Philippines. Ever since, I've studied as a High School student at Atheneum Amcan School in nearby town Noveleta, until I graduated over a year ago (March 2002). Less than three months after the day I graduated High School, my College life began. My course is Broadcast Journalism. And I'm very happy taking it up and breaking free from the confines and restrictions of High School. What am I talking about? I opened up a multi-platform social life.
Eight Years.
From 10 years old to 18 years old.
The past few days, my mom found some old tapes of the family from the late 90s. It so happens, ever since I was 7 or 8 years old... I've always been fond of announcing. Picture an 8-year-old me jumping in front of my dad's video camera saying "We're here now in the house..." in my younger voice "...at my brother's 5th Birthday...".
Along the years I've learned to love the power of recording images. Taking a picture to capture the moment. To seize the moment. Eight Years. I've been shaped side by side with my love of all things Mass Communications. Radio, television, the press. News. I always watch the news. Eight Years. Always fighting to break free from restraint. The teenage rebel in me fighting fire with fire.
Eight Years in Asia has come by. And I remember, oh I remember, I remember... like in that song right now. I remember all the friends and memories, all the places and emotions, all of it.
On this day.
In the past eight years I've never returned to the United States once. But, I still use American English as my primary language. In the past eight years, I've been living within Asia. From May 20 in 1995 to November 2 in 1998, I was living on a Japanese island named Okinawa. A peaceful, quiet, and beautiful little society just south of mainland Japan, a bit east of Taiwan, and almost equal distant to Manila as with Tokyo.
My dad retired in 1998 and decided to retire to the Philippines. Ever since, I've studied as a High School student at Atheneum Amcan School in nearby town Noveleta, until I graduated over a year ago (March 2002). Less than three months after the day I graduated High School, my College life began. My course is Broadcast Journalism. And I'm very happy taking it up and breaking free from the confines and restrictions of High School. What am I talking about? I opened up a multi-platform social life.
Eight Years.
From 10 years old to 18 years old.
The past few days, my mom found some old tapes of the family from the late 90s. It so happens, ever since I was 7 or 8 years old... I've always been fond of announcing. Picture an 8-year-old me jumping in front of my dad's video camera saying "We're here now in the house..." in my younger voice "...at my brother's 5th Birthday...".
Along the years I've learned to love the power of recording images. Taking a picture to capture the moment. To seize the moment. Eight Years. I've been shaped side by side with my love of all things Mass Communications. Radio, television, the press. News. I always watch the news. Eight Years. Always fighting to break free from restraint. The teenage rebel in me fighting fire with fire.
Eight Years in Asia has come by. And I remember, oh I remember, I remember... like in that song right now. I remember all the friends and memories, all the places and emotions, all of it.
On this day.
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