These past few weeks, I've been listening to these voice tapes of me and my sisters when we were children that we would send to our parents who were then working in Saudi. Good thing my aunt from Bulacan was able to salvage these tapes my mom calls "our family's treasures". And I agree. Listening to myself when I was roughly around 5 years old cracks me up. I spoke and sang nursery rhymes in Tagalog, complete with R-deficiency. Plus, I was such a smartass even at an early age. Haha.
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"Daddy kumakain na po ako ng gulay. Pati nga po sinugod ako sa hospital. Pawang yung boteng nilagay sa tubig, naka-dalawa ako, naubos ko po." (Referring to a dextrose.)
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"Daddy pag nafiwst honow po ako, punta tayo sa SM Toyland ha. Ibili niyo po ako ng Bawbie na may kagamitan."
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"Oo ate, oo ate, puwo na lang, oo ate!" (I was imitating Sharon Cuneta's famous line in the 80's movie Nakagapos na Puso. Haha.)
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"Silent Night, Holy Night.... ay tagalugin ko na nga lang po, ang gabi ay matahimik..."
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"Mommy, tutula po ako pewo wala po akong alam."
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And a lot more. That's the beginning of me. Jologs, speaks her mind, madaldal... never runs out of stories. That's still me, 22 years later.
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Welcome to my new blog! Less drama than my previous blogs, I hope. But more musings. I hope you readers will enjoy. :)
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