My dream, my life, my world...: I hate the weather!!!

Saturday, February 03, 2007

I hate the weather!!!

Cramming to the highest level na naman ako! But what am I doing here typing an entry for this blog? Wala lang. I just need a time off. Kailangan ko munang kalimutan ang plate. Plus, I read a rihihihihihily (a la Dr. Cox of Scrubs) long entry about our high school life from a former classmate. Oh yes, we were that notorious. Inggit tuloy ako. Buti pa si Doy, he's got all the time in the world to make that long entry. Siguro, pag nakahanap ako ng oras, I'll be posting one for my classmates also. Pero, what am I going to write about? Madalas nga pala akong wala sa happyhaps (a la Dr. Turk of Scrubs -why do I keep on quoting Scrubs people?, oh well, doing a plate means DVD marathon) nung high school. I was the major KJ of the batch. With matching the-only-one-who-wasn't-able-to-join-the-field-trip drama nung 3rd year. Sige, I'll do the best na lang ngayon to write some memories (bulleted ones of course for a busy person):

Ang pagsira ng mga kaklase kong lalake ng pinto nung 3rd year at ang muntik na nilang pagka-kick out dahil sa tripping na ito. They ended up fixing the door pero syempre, nagsulat muna kami sa loob ng pintuan (sa loob ng plywood) bago pinako ang pinto sa pintuan. Time capsule kunyari.
I, the person who graduated as Best in Values Education, told Marvie, a classmate, to just put the wrapper of her cupcake in one of the books when she asked me where she should throw it. I ended up getting caught by the librarian but I graduated without a single record in my card. Haha...talk about image.
I cried in front of the school director with matching arguing with him because one teacher kept on insisting that my batchmates were the ones who locked the door during flag ceremony, delaying the start of first period class of first years.
I played Donya Victorina (if I remember it right) during third year high school as one requirement for Noli Me Tangere class.
We dressed up uniquely during field demonstrations. 2nd year, we wore glittery pants:silver for girls, gold for boys. 3rd year-we were Africans so black face and body paints messed the CR. 4th year-we were vegetable mascots. I belonged to the tomato group with matching red, round blush-on on our cheeks.
We had a video presentation and for the first time in my high school life, I went home at 9pm for a week. That was the latest I've ever been out with my classmates.

Dahil ako ay isang chicken, yan lang ang kaya kong isulat. Pag may naisip ako ulit, ie-edit ko to :)

Dagdag lang--stupid, stupid, stupid! Bakit ko nakalimutan yung nangyari kay Terence nung third year? Nagpa-practice kami for the field demonstration nang makita naming tumatalon si Ma'am Condez. Kala namin, joke lang. Yun pala, yung van ng School Director na nasa harap n'ya, nagba-backing nang walang tao sa harap. Di naman alam kung pano nangyari yun. So tumakbo kami sa Registrar's Office para di kami mabangga. Kala namin, everyone's safe na. Maya-maya, may narinig kaming sumigaw. Si Terence, ayun, nasagasaan. Nasa ilalim s'ya ng van at kinaladkad s'ya sa kanal. Later that day, dumating ang nanay n'ya. He suffered 2nd degree burns. The next day, walang pumasok sa class namin as a form of protest. It could have been anyone of us. After three months, okay na ulit si Terence. Okay na sana. Kaso, si Ma'am Condez, preggy that time. Rumors are nakunan s'ya dahil sa sobrang pagpa-panic.