Today, I accompanied Momsy to do some groceries and somehow, the things that I’ve been seeing for the past few days have made me reminisce about my childhood - the good ol' days. Although it was cut short when we had to come here in Singapore. [7years in the Phils]
In Manila
I remember running around the backyard [with my big, brown teddy bear,] with my big brother and his
In Manila
I remember running around the backyard [with my big, brown teddy bear,] with my big brother and his
toy gun-with-belt wrapped around his waist.
Playing badminton, Chinese garter, and blading in the front yard with
Playing badminton, Chinese garter, and blading in the front yard with
brother, cousins and neighbors.
I even made friends with the squatters who [lived somewhere and] liked to hang around our place just to watch us play with our toys. Toys that they could never have =[
I remember teaching myself to blade cuz Arch was engrossed with his other toys[; forgetting about his own blades]. I was what? 4-5 years old then…
I remember how I nursed cousin JC [who kept falling off his bicycle] with just cotton and water and how he’d say “Hey, I’m okaye already! No more pain!” then go back to his cycling and other rough games and comes back for more treatment.
I remember how pain in the arse Arch was with our maids;
I even made friends with the squatters who [lived somewhere and] liked to hang around our place just to watch us play with our toys. Toys that they could never have =[
I remember teaching myself to blade cuz Arch was engrossed with his other toys[; forgetting about his own blades]. I was what? 4-5 years old then…
I remember how I nursed cousin JC [who kept falling off his bicycle] with just cotton and water and how he’d say “Hey, I’m okaye already! No more pain!” then go back to his cycling and other rough games and comes back for more treatment.
I remember how pain in the arse Arch was with our maids;
throwing his sleepers at them when he climbed those sharp gates to escape just to play basketball in front of our house. [Trivia: 16 maids in 2years]
I remember how he got our family into trouble [;with our second last maid before we left for Singapore]. That fucking one-eyed-maid who got fired, came back and pretended to be
I remember how he got our family into trouble [;with our second last maid before we left for Singapore]. That fucking one-eyed-maid who got fired, came back and pretended to be
our aunt [and Arch actually bought it!!!] and he naively let them in to our house only to find out that they were thieves. By then our TV, VHS and many other stuffs were gone. *sigh*
They got caught in the end I think…Wakakaka…
I remember how Arch and I were favored [among all our cousins] by Aunt Teresa and her
I remember how Arch and I were favored [among all our cousins] by Aunt Teresa and her
then-boyfriend-now-hubby Unc Arthur; bringing us along on their dates and and treating us to movies and ice-skating and doing groceries and blah-blah-blah as if we was their kids.
And we were also favored by gramms Alice! Bringin’ us to the grocery and and buying us
whatever-the-hell we wanted! *lalala*
In Laguna [province]
I remember how we relished the old house of my maternal Gramms Jovita, ‘chwas made of wood.
How we’d enjoy sleepin’ on the second floor cuz the flooring was made of bamboo stick.
It was the only house in their neighborhood that was made of wood, the others was concrete.
In Laguna [province]
I remember how we relished the old house of my maternal Gramms Jovita, ‘chwas made of wood.
How we’d enjoy sleepin’ on the second floor cuz the flooring was made of bamboo stick.
It was the only house in their neighborhood that was made of wood, the others was concrete.
But but!!! It was also the only house that never gave in to
the many many typhoons that passed by every year.
Mom told me how their neighbors mocked the house and got karma-ed when - with the every typhoon, their rooftops got flown off!!! Tahahaha! Fockersss…
Sadly, that wooden house had to go cuz cuz of the eeeky-weeeky termites and and with the foundation gett’n weaker. Lalala.
I remember how we made and sold “ice candies” with cousins [in 3 flavors; coconut? Orange and chocolate]. Lollerz.
THEN! We had to come here!
My childhood here…hmm, ‘twas fun for awhile. Then it got boring. First few years were dope,
Mom told me how their neighbors mocked the house and got karma-ed when - with the every typhoon, their rooftops got flown off!!! Tahahaha! Fockersss…
Sadly, that wooden house had to go cuz cuz of the eeeky-weeeky termites and and with the foundation gett’n weaker. Lalala.
I remember how we made and sold “ice candies” with cousins [in 3 flavors; coconut? Orange and chocolate]. Lollerz.
THEN! We had to come here!
My childhood here…hmm, ‘twas fun for awhile. Then it got boring. First few years were dope,
we were very active; having parties after parties every weekend, hitting the water [beaches/pool],
outings anywhere; BBQs/ice skating/pot luck. Then all sorts of FUN got cut off. Many friends of Dad’s migrated to other countries and that was when we lay low, staying home most of the time,
only occasionally attending parties. *sigh*
‘Til now, our family life’s been like this. Very reserved. Tralala…
The only fun I resorted to from then on was those parties and and fun fair and and toys and and those thingies [vending machines?] you put 20cent and $1 coins then the toy, kept in a round thingy comes out...and also those small rides in the malls, where you put 20cent coin and you go round that that thing, kinda like ferris-wheel-one-seat-version?! Lol..
The thing is, the kids I saw just now made me remember how fun it is to be a sprog; never having any problems that we youths face now. The only problem we all had as tykes were about toys that our friends had that we didn’t…and when we ask our folks to get us that toy we so badly want yet we can’t, we’d be crying our asses out and it’d be the Biggest problem evvah. I dunno if you guys did anything like that but I did. I’d whine and whine til I get it. And I got it! Well, sometimes I don’t lah. But but ain’t it fun being sprogs just running around, pointing to things we want, getting many gifts during occasions. Now, we’re all young adults, facing [and creating our own] problems.
The only fun I resorted to from then on was those parties and and fun fair and and toys and and those thingies [vending machines?] you put 20cent and $1 coins then the toy, kept in a round thingy comes out...and also those small rides in the malls, where you put 20cent coin and you go round that that thing, kinda like ferris-wheel-one-seat-version?! Lol..
The thing is, the kids I saw just now made me remember how fun it is to be a sprog; never having any problems that we youths face now. The only problem we all had as tykes were about toys that our friends had that we didn’t…and when we ask our folks to get us that toy we so badly want yet we can’t, we’d be crying our asses out and it’d be the Biggest problem evvah. I dunno if you guys did anything like that but I did. I’d whine and whine til I get it. And I got it! Well, sometimes I don’t lah. But but ain’t it fun being sprogs just running around, pointing to things we want, getting many gifts during occasions. Now, we’re all young adults, facing [and creating our own] problems.
How time flies. I wish I can relive those days again. That’s gonna be my very wish for now!
Well, That’s all folks! My novel-post! Not long enough! Hahaha! I can go on but I got zippo childhood memory already. There may be a Part II for this. Teehee! Wajout!
Well, That’s all folks! My novel-post! Not long enough! Hahaha! I can go on but I got zippo childhood memory already. There may be a Part II for this. Teehee! Wajout!
Not like any of you care anyway! Tralala…G’nyt! *kisses*
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