As of an hour or so ago, I am now, 27 years old.

Last year, I witnessed the Seag and played one 15-minute of football.

Two years ago, I joined and backed out after the first game, a tournament in Don Bosco. My belated apologies to the organizers.

Three years ago, I was drunk for half the year. I was carrying placards in front of the police regional camp and got a rather lovely letter from my school’s students affair office.

Four years ago, I got back in college.

Five years ago, I dropped out of college, and tried to find the answer to the question — is there life after death — prematurely.

Six years ago, I got back in journalism.

Seven years ago, I was in the height of activism, until someone I know, got bullet holes.

Eight years ago, a certain white crystaline substance was my constant companion. I got kicked out of Engineering.

Nine years ago, I got into media.

Ten years ago, I arrived in Cebu. Got on the dean’s list for the college of Engineering.

Eleven years ago, I played my last DECS sanctioned meet, losing, 0-1, and getting the yellow card in the first game against a twice-to-beat-opponent.

Twelve years ago, I scored two goals in the second half, and got fouled for the winning penalty, trailaing 0-2, against ND Cotabato in the All Cotabato Coke Go For Goal finals.

Thirteen years ago, I watched from the bench, as our team — touted as the first Mindanao team who could win the Coke national crown — lost 0-1 from our next door neighboors,

Fourteen years ago, I played baseball.

Fifteen years ago — I can’t remember.