20 and Somethings

20 Years Ago: (1985 - I was 5)

I was a little chubby elf with a curly locks eating ice candy on a dusty street.

I went to kindergarten school by myself via tricycle and missed our house on the way home coz I slept and the driver had to get my mom to carry me home.

I had Somnambulism.

I got ran over by a tricycle on a busy highway afterschool, my brother bet on jueteng about it and he won.

Voltron, Voltes V, AstroBoy, Bioman, and Shaider ruled our day time boobtube.

15 Years Ago: (1990 - I was 10)

I biked 8-9 km to school.

I missed the afternoon class coz one of the tires wont turn anymore, I had to walk home, 8-9 km.

My brother and I played on our father’s vinyl records, scracthed most of ‘em just to mimic a dj’s scratch.

Mother didn’t want me to have a peace sign haircut like FrancisM used to have but she’d let my younger brother have one.

10 Years Ago: (1995 - I was 15)

I was called the “guitarman” in high school, playing grunge and alternative music with an inherited guitar from my old man.

I hated our highscool nurse for cutting my hair and pulling out my earrings. I still don’t like him to this day.

I wanted to go to UP for college and take Masscom so I can form a band like the eraserheads.

It was the angst decade.

First time I ever went to Baguio and fell in love with it forever.

5 Years Ago: (2000 - I was 20)

One year before graduation and a year shy of a Communication Degree.

Found out I wasn’t going to be one of the eraserheads.]

Fell in love, first girlfriend, forever scar.

I thought I was better off alone

Best parties, Rum mixes, shared cigarrettes, the Fourth.

3 Years Ago: (2002 - I was 22)

I wanted to be a Troubador.

Discovered my idea of Manila was just over-romanticized.

Quit the job my friend hooked me up with and found my current job 3 days later and worked at night evesince.

The Eraserheads disbanded.

Puerto Galera was a great summer place.

Last Year: (2004 - I was 24)

My last Panagbenga festival as a bachelor.

Found out I was going to be a father.

Married my fiancé.

Got promoted twice.

My son was born.

This Year: (2005 - I am 25)

I became a workaholic with a bad temper.

Bought my very own guitar and found out im not good at it anymore.

Fell in love with Itallian cuisine.

Yesterday:

I slept for 10 hours but don’t feel really rested yet.

Just worked worked worked.

Last Night:

Work, work, and more work.

Ate chowking after 2 months

Today:

Babysit Liam and watch Blues Clues.

Read a good book.

Practice playing my guitar and just bum around with my son.

Found out there’s really not much going on today.

Tomorrow:

Go tour our American clients to a local tour spot.

Be a tourist to my own country.

Hope to get a drink with some work buddies.

Sleep hard.

Next Year:

Go to US for a work visit.

Finish paying up all my loans and debts.

I’ll be 26 .

5-10 Years From Now:

I’ll be 5-10 years older.

Own a decent house.

Own a small Itallian joint along session road and sharing breakfast with Rhod and the gang.

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