I am not the kind of person who used to express myself through written words. I used to share my life's story verbally and kinetically to my siblings,parent,and friends. Though I wrote some poems and poetry during my high school years but that was just a leisure to me. I wrote it when I'm in my mood to do so.
Now, that I have my own blog; I am eager to write and share every momentum events in my life whether I may be in sadness, sorrow, trials, and joyfulness. I want to keep records of some of my experiences even just through this way where I can freely express myself and can possibly help me ease the pain or whatever base on my story. My dear visitors, friends, and co-bloggers may you loved to read and visit this blog where you will be able to know who really I am, for This is Me.
This Is Who I Am on My First Journey (^;^) hmmm.....
On August 3,1986, a lovely child namedMarivel was born at a remote area of San Isidro Trinidad, Bohol. I have no pictures during my early infancy because our place was far from the city and we were poor.But, it's alright anyway I have one picture when i was 2 or 3 years old I think, hahaha, I don't know how young I am in that picture. The problem now, is that i don't know where it has been placed but I'm sure it was just put somewhere inside our house, I mean my aunt's house where we live now. Yeah! you read it right, we don't have our own house since then.
They said I looked like my father because I inherit from him his unequal eyes. Yes, my eyes were unequal. Whenever my father and I looked at the mirror we tease each other and laugh each other because we make fun into our extraordinary eyes. My unequal eyes was obvious to see than my father's eyes. As far as I can remember, we shifted from Bohol to Segapud, Lanao del norte. There we lived as an extended family together with my great grandmother and our relatives. We lived there and had my first schooling as nursery I in there school near to my great grandmother's house . The next year, my family shifted to Labuay, Maigo Lanao del Norte.There, me and my two siblings continue our studies. My father had his work by driving a tricyle-(tri-sikad). He sent us to school and fetch us when its time to go home.My mother sold groceries in our mini-store.They strive to earn and to support us in our daily needs.