Archive for the ‘Thinking of the Past’ Category
February 1st, 2010 | 
Author: When I was around nine or ten, I remember my mom dragging me to the mall when she’s angry about something. We would watch a movie or just stroll around the mall.
Today is a special day for my mom. It’s her birthday. Had she been still here, there will be a celebration. Nothing grand. A special dinner will most likely be it. And then come weekend, a trip to the mall after going to church will surely be in the agenda.
Miss her!
Posted in 
When we were kids, we had very little resources (read: cash). When we go out and had to eat out, even a trip to the fast food was done with care. It would be embarrassing to order something and find that the cash we had was not enough. We needed to plan our trips to the department store and any other thing that might mean shelling out a slightly bigger amount of money.
I would like to think that that phase of our lives made us better persons. It made us appreciate what we have more. I’d like to think that we didn’t become vain because of it. And we know when and where to splurge.
I read this question somewhere: What smell makes you think of childhood?
I can tell you that the smell of freshly cut grass, and the smell of garlic, onion and tomatoes being sautéed bring back my childhood. I grew up in a household where I was allowed to sleep all I wanted during days without school. Naturally, when I wake up, it’s already time to cook for lunch. I would wake up with the smell of something being sautéed. I love that smell, even now!
During vacations and town fiestas, I would go to the province with some relatives. I have wonderful memories of playing in the field. Thus, the smell of freshly cut grass.
How about you? What smell brings back your childhood?
He was smiling the first time I saw him. He smiled so brightly that day. We had lunch and talked like it was not the first time for us to see each other. It’s like we’ve known each other for a long time.
It was a brief encounter. He had to go elsewhere that day. I could have talked to him for hours still, he asked me if I wanted to see him again that night. I declined. I am not comfortable seeing him afterwards. For one reason or another.