Back then, I wasn’t the kind of kid who stays in one place. I got used to running around, meeting new friends, playing in the dirt for hours ’til sunset. But yeah, I had a lot of energy back then. I was in the boy’s volleyball team back in 4th grade, soccer team in 5th grade, and the track team in 6th grade. I won medals and all that shit, but that didn’t mean much to me back then because we never really had a pure athlete in the family. Though I did plan to be the first one, but obviously, I failed miserably.
Sure, excuses are for pussies. I had my reasons, but I never really thought of them as valid enough to give up on it. First, I’m injury-prone as a kid. I had 21 stitches right across my forehead, broken my left arm, and busted my knee, all before I graduated primary school.
Second, I felt that I didn’t have enough support from my family, my mom for the most part. I mean, I did, at one point, felt that they were supporting me. But it was just never consistent enough for me to pursue what I wanted that time. There’s this qualifying tournament for nationals when I was in the track team, and my mom did not let me compete just ‘coz I came home late that time. Some of you might say that my mom was right to not let me compete that time. Discipline and all. But you guys should know, I came home late ‘coz I was coming home from a practice that ran late. Motivational speeches from the coach & some of the seniors, I’m pretty sure you know how that goes. I did explain, but you know some parents tend to not believe the things their kids say at that point.
Lastly, transferring to a school that does not have a track team or a soccer team did not help at all. I didn’t have the chance to enroll in summer clinics to expand my network. I was supposed to enroll to a school that has those two sports that I was into that time, but then I didn’t know what happened to that. I seriously did not have a clue about what transpired during my pre-high school summer.
Sure, maybe I should’ve switched sports that time. Maybe that might’ve been a better choice for me, considering that I also love playing basketball. But really, all that motivation that I had before got lost when the summer of ’03 passed. I am trying to get back on track now that it’s almost 2013.
Again, ’nuff about that. I’ve had this streak of talking about myself lately, so let’s just get on with it. Remember that girl I was talking about for the past three posts? I’ve known this for the longest time now, and I’ve already learned to accept it for what it really is. I have no chance on being the boyfriend of this girl. Why? I mean, come on, she friggin’ dates rockstars. What does an average guy have on that? I barely know how to play instruments. I don’t have a rockstar lifestyle. I don’t have a car (come on, an average chap can compete if he has a presentable car, and even I don’t have that shit). I don’t have a fat bank account. All the shit that I have are mostly abstract at this point. I’m street-smart enough to impress some people, I can write poetry & songs (which is sometimes pathetic), and I can sometimes talk my way through certain situations. That’s about it.
Plus, if you do follow my Twitter account, you’ll see that I tweeted about her being in love with someone else. And tell you what, if you plan on following how this shit goes for me, wait until I post my next one.
I was born on 1991, at the not-so-exact moment when the Parliament of Croatia cuts all remaining ties with Yugoslavia (thank you Wikipedia). It was the year when the Internet has been made available to unrestricted commercial use. It was when Nirvana made Grunge the dominant genre up until the mid-90’s. It was a great year, but that was also the year when I wasn’t aware of any shit that was happening around me. I’m a bit disappointed that I was born too late to fully appreciate what the rest of the 90’s has brought to mankind, but then, who says I can’t appreciate it now?
Sure, 21 years later shit changed drastically. Prices went up. Population went kaboom. The Terminator had two more movies after Judgment Day. Freddie Mercury was remembered to be stricken with AIDS, and now he is one of the most recognizable legends of music together with Lennon, Hendrix, Cobain, 2Pac, and all others.
I don’t know, maybe I’m just frustrated that I’m at the point where I miss the 90’s even though I was just a kid back then. Now, all the music that I listen to are the ones that were made before I graduated high school… maybe not all of ’em, but you get my point, right? I was in the middle of watching some old movies, then when I got to watch American Pie 2 when I realized that high school parties before involved just rock music. Yes, we can consider the fact that hip-hop wasn’t that much of a big deal back then, but you have to think about it still. Right now, it’s all pop, but then pop means popular. Pop back then was Rock, but right now it’s just… pop.
I did not grow up in a country, let alone in a culture, where beer kegs and body shots were the theme of high school parties. There was just none of it, in fact. After all this time, we are in a point in my generation where teenage girls are getting pregnant, and those dudes that they squeal for dress up like trailer park assholes when they meet their country’s leader.
Point is, we’ve definitely lost our way. This isn’t what it’s supposed to be like when Lennon made people cry when he wrote & sang “Imagine”. It was very hippie of him, but the man has a point. There’s not much I could say, in fact, I shouldn’t be saying anything at all. This blog post probably won’t reach the mainstream internet, even the underground parts of it.
We have this lost generation of things that were so awesome back then that paved the way for the things that we have right now. We keep on saying that things were better back then but we don’t do shit about bringing back what made it better than today. So tell you what, do comment on what you want to bring back from that lost generation. It doesn’t even have to be strictly about one topic, you can go all out. I’ll leave you guys to think about it with this last photo.