[from my random memories blog on Multiply]
Baguio. Grade school. My brother and his friends were baking brownies with “something” mixed in. Being a curious as well as “matakaw,” I just had to taste the crumbs of this new treat. Hours after, I was sitting on the rocking chair in the sala, staring at the ceiling, my world spinning. I was in bed in no time.
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