X’s Version

While I’m rotting silly in a place some eight train stations away from the object of this website, R is sneaking past a certain meeting just to do her assignment: to come up with a concept and a gameplan for this awesome, result-of-insomnia-attack project (That’s why you were there, right? *winks*)

Yep, I am the culprit behind the obligatory first post. I did not even delete the automated comment, whaduway know. But that’s R’s job; she’s the techy expert, whilst I provide… charm? and all-around gayness.

(I use hyphens a lot, btw, you’d know it is I.)

As far as stories go, this is my Cubao X tale.

In my day (as if that was a looong time ago), in the 90s, this place is simply Marikina Shoe Expo and my pre-school best friend’s residence (she lives in the apartments behind the former COD). The shoe stores thrived and one can really get pairs at a very minimal rate.

At seven years old, fresh from kindergarten and newly exploring the ‘big school’ as my teacher used to call it, I found a haven in this place. I’d visit my best friend and we’d talk about the equivalent of quarter-life crisis for grade-schoolers. It had been therapeutic to have a huge playground. Expo was that to me where all the stores were my ’secret’ shoe closets. Sure, none of the shoes fit me but in my mind, they were all mine. (Except boys’ shoes; boys have cooties)

Funny story, I ‘branded’ the place (We’d have to get close before I give you the lowdown).

I never got to visit again after so many years (pretend I went to Europe) and when I returned, I found it still homey and perhaps more suitable for my age. Still none of the shoes fit me because by then I have grown giant feet.

Now that the stalls and shops have become more interesting, perhaps you can tell the world about it. After all these years, I would still love to reconnect to my childhood playground. Won’t you take me on a tour? (Meh, that’s supposed to be OUR job, but what the heck, this can go both ways)

Toodles!

Cubao-Xoxo