The Author and The Mirror

I once stand in an urban jungle where the cold breeze blows my face, seeing the scenery of mountains, covered with the civilization of what man once lived. I remember everything as the past, the grave that gave a scar to me and will stay there forever as a mark. My name is Earl Janssen Abat, named by my parents Mr and Mrs Francis B. Abat. I was once born in an urban mountain who onced captured the title of the greenest city of the Philippines, now filled with smog and pollution the city gave the title away, but still stands the title of the summer capital of the Philippines, Baguio City. I was born to be a city boy, I knew nothing of the outskirts and provinces, but I was like a rat who knew the city like the back of my hand. I was born in Febuary 26, 1996 and now writing this biography at the age of 15 remembering the childhood and time I spent there I was adapted and attached to the cold climate. The mountain views I have seen with my life, now the path that I choose took me to a new dessert in which I have not known of, Ilocos Sur. Time was fast and everything just had to go by. There is a big difference between the mountains and the sea. Here has an extremely hot climate and most likely the terrain is pure flat. No ups and downs like before and mostly im not in the city, as if it looks like I feel myself as ignorant to stay here and mostly I am new to this new environment and I have to adapt in many means. I went to Ilocos Sur for a fair reason, thats to have my highschool for 4 years. I am now 3rd year studying at St.Paul College of Ilocos Sur and 1 year left. But my educational background, I would not like to discuss my preschool since I forgot most of that part, I took half of my elementary at Saint Louis University and took the other half, when gradeshool, I almost flunked in my studies so I had to take summer class at a small school that looks like a house, that house was really made for a house that turned out to be a school. I was not particular with my english writing and tend up to do mistakes and everytime I write an idea I would write more and more about it as if I kept repeating the same words. But it all changed, the school was nice and I loved staying there and I decided to abandom SLU for BTLC where I had my summer class, I enjoyed it there as if my english improved because of their great teachings, I saw my first classmates, I was only grade 3 back then and we were the only class in our year level and we only consist of 20 or less it was great to study there.