Tagged childhood

A Sharp Memory

It was a weekly event. Every Saturday morning, all the kids in the neighborhood, including myself, gathered at the living room of my grandfather’s house to watch Maskman (a Japanese Super Sentai series similar to Bioman and Power Rangers). Just like every other kid there, I grew up in a poor family and my grandfather…

Sometimes We Burn to Live

Whenever I meet people for the first time, it always happens. When they start their sentence with “I hope you don’t mind me asking but,” I know they are going to ask about what happened to my left arm. Most of my online friends are not aware that I have a huge third-degree burn covering…

The Giant Disco Ball

I’ve shared this experience with only a few close friends because I was afraid other people would think I was either a liar or a lunatic. But I swear to God this is true and this happened. My mother’s eyes were glued to Charito Solis in the original Mula sa Puso teleserye when I left…

We Grew Over It, Didn’t We?

When I was young, my mum and my sister fed me ideas that I ingested and digested until I realized I had been Punk’d. Wag ka lulunok ng buto ng santol, tutubo yan sa loob ng katawan mo. I understand the intention. But hey, I actually bought that. I even went telling my classmates about…

The Jologs Factor

I remember this one time I was having a few rounds of beer with my friends Jon and Marck somewhere in Metrowalk when the conversation suddenly made a sharp curve onto “Jologs Avenue.” I was shocked but delighted to learn that they had a jologs side, too. And it made me wonder if my friend…