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LOVE is a battlefield
title: My Childish Mistakes
date: Sunday, February 3, 2008

I remember when I was a little kid, I experienced a lot of mishaps.. I can state some of those mishaps, but please keep in mind that these things happened around 7-11 years ago..

My mom told me that when I was little, I bumped my head to a Kanto (corner of a table), and until now, you can see the mark on my forehead. It's like a dimple.. Haha..

During Sundays, the whole family travels to Makati to attend Sunday Service, after the said event, we would go to Glorietta to eat or just walk around.. I saw this really cool mini rollercoaster for kids at Timezone and I forced my parents to let me ride it... They were kinda lazy to accompany me so they let me ride alone since they know that its appropriate for kids, but after 3 turns, I began screaming and I begged the operator to stop the coaster... Eventually and luckily, he did... The rest continued on with the ride while I swore never to ride a rollercoaster again..

New Year 1999, my parents videotaped this, my favorite song was playing on the radio and I was kinda bangag at that time.. I began dancing around the kitchen (no shame!!) and my dad kept on laughing at me, I didn't care and I don't know why..

(5-6 years old) This is the worse one, I never shared this to public, but let bygones be bygones.. My mom was supposed to go to an activity at Makati and she told me to come with her since my best friend would be around.. She decided that we take the early train passing Pacita at around 6 o' clock... Here's the scoop... The train stopped in the middle of the VEHICLE/TRAIN CROSSING so we could get in, meaning vehicles were forced to stop... The train operator shouted that we move faster since we are causing the traffic... My mom ran and I was left behind, I tried to run but my pants were too loose.. Since I had no choice, I let go of my pants and ran, suddenly my pants fell down... Exposing my undies to the halted vehicles... I didn't mind since I was thinking about the train.. But today, when I remember what happened.. I still get twinges in my stomach.

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