“Well the universe is shaped exactly like the earth. If you go straight long enough, you’d end up where you were.”
-Modest Mouse, 3rd Planet
Went back to Sipocot, Cam Sur last weekend to visit my grandparents’ graves, something I have not done in about 15 years. Returning to my birthplace was grade school summers once again: the pungent smell of copra, gugo shampoo baths, Bioman/Shaider betamax tapes, the bittersweet taste of rice coffee, Lenten and May processions, the heat of my godparents’ roadside eatery furnace, market Sunday mornings, laughing aunts, terror aunts, getting punched in the stomach by a cousin, getting hit on the face with a basketball at a local league game, getting cheated at a scrabble game by an aunt (an adult!), my childhood fascination with Sipocot place names like Impig, Tara and Kuloy-Kuloy, and many many other mostly warm, cuddly memories.
This is me with my grandmother a year before she passed away. I remember how she would prepare for me my favorite snack: bread which I would dip in rice coffee (or whatever you call them). The scowl in my face was due to a slight fever. Everyone else in the photo was happy.

This is where I was born (on the second room of the second floor). The physician was not in the clinic, so the house was the only option. Apparently while giving birth, my mother could smell the rice coffee that my aunts were preparing downstairs, thereby explaining why I eventually became crazy over the thing.

This is the gate where I once crashed a bike. Interesting how places are bigger in memories than in reality.

In other news, after eight years, I’ve finally decided to get a real haircut, which means I may need to probably buy a comb soon. Also, I think I suck at reading comprehension and analytical writing (for the GRE). God help me.