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Saturday, March 17, 2007

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Today is Sunday! Hahahaha...for some reason I still think I'll be going to school tomorrow (which I'm not) and for some reason I still think we have the dreaded PE (which we don't).

So yesterday the family went out again. I felt quite weird actually and I still do. My dad was playing '70s tracks on the cassette and it made me backtrack. I don't know why I could relate to those songs, maybe because I grew up hearing them, but I could and I went to way way back in my own past. I even got to thinking I had a previous life, maybe I'm a reincarnation, maybe I'm really an old soul. Is that why I'm this way? It felt really really weird, so I stayed quiet for most of the trip. I still can't explain the feeling, but I was in a sort of dream state. You know? Like I wasn't living in reality. It was made more so by the fact that I was dizzy.

So now I'm still dizzy and am thinking of taking a pill to stop it. I feel like I'm out of focus.

Anyway, the car trip led us to U.P. Diliman (University of the Philippines, Diliman campus), where we were supposed to sell my sister's old violin. The woman, dumb as she was, didn't buy it. By the way, U.P. is not made of one building, it is scattered around a huge area. There are grass fields like the Sunken Garden and the Oval in between, and many trees. There is also the shopping complex, and residential areas, which leads me to explain my childhood.

So believe it or not, I grew up in U.P. That is where I learned to walk - I have pictures of me on our street there. We lived near the Oval, and when I was a baby my parents used to take me there to play. If you're wondering why we lived in a university campus, I'd say I don't know myself. My father is not a teacher. All I know is that he grew up in the same place I did, too.

We don't live there anymore, but we visit regularly. Usually we do it on Saturdays, to have some...bonding time with the family. I remember last year, I think it was April - yes, three days after my birthday - that we went to catch the meteor shower (we did see some). We went on top of the Observatory roof and there was a GMA news guy there who wanted to interview my mom, but she didn't agree. I wouldn't either, I wasn't dressed for the camera (hahaha feeler!).

Then we also went on October 21st, exactly six months after the meteor shower. As usual we stayed out on the Sunken Garden till around seven in the evening and did the usual stuff. So you see, I have many memories of U.P. My parents made sure I'd never forget the place I spent my first two years in.

Maybe that explains the backtracking? Maybe because it's one of the last times I'll see the place I grew up?


Weird. I still feel weird.

"But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell."
- Louise Bogan

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