infamous

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School was dragging. We were left alone to work on an exercise but the computer I was using won’t cooperate. My frustration’s worsening. I muttered, “This is so boring, I’d rather have sex”. Some classmates overheard and no sooner it was literally the talk of the class.

These (some) other versions were later concocted by my fans err… classmates:

“It’s so difficult, I’d rather have s**”

“Read about our report ok?” “Ugh! I’d rather have s**”

“We might be late. We better have s**”

PlayPlates

WAY 352

It's bound to 'way 352'

Night Full of 'Prom'ising Memories

Last year you had a preview of my sister’s preparations for her prom. This year though, it’s not just a ‘backstage pass’ for you but a better coverage of the inside story.

Now a senior, my sister had outgrown her fancy for Disney princesses’-like ball gowns and opted for a chic look. We agreed on white but the dress itself was mom’s pick and we only saw it when it was brought home. Working on a small budget, I found the shoes in a thrift shop in the city; just slightly used and best of all fits her size. Thanks to such shops and our resourcefulness, no more than $20-equivalent paid for everything she wore for the prom.

Through the photos, I can tell she enjoyed her last prom – very much. And when our Cinderella came home past midnight, her stories couldn’t wait for the next day that she woke me up from my still light sleep and beamed that about 15 guys asked her for a dance and that many others flattered her to be Rihanna’s look-a-like. Well, I wouldn’t want to ruin the night and I was too exhausted to protest.

A Pre-Valentine's Day Accomplishment

Done reading S. Meyer’s ‘New Moon’ .That checks one of the goals I set to accomplish this year. Great! I’ve successfully raced against the release of its movie by November.

But then only recently I realized that as far as the objective is concerned, it’s been long accomplished with the ‘The Da Vinci Code’. And just a few weeks ago the poster of ‘Inkheart’ at the theater reminded me that I had read it a couple of years ago. Anyway at least I’ve proven that I could adhere to my goals.

Here’s an excerpt from the book suited for Valentine’s Day…

“Before you, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars – points of light and reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. There was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, everything went black. Nothing had changed but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore” – Edward Cullen

a recollection

I was again caught in a whirlwind of things-to-do: two class reports were delivered this week; five consecutive classes gave quizzes the other day; editorial work for the school paper; a heap of homework to accomplish over the weekend; pre-final exams commence on Monday… they just seem endless!

Occasionally, times like this would make me wish that I could be a kid again; a carefree preschooler who spends his day playing, eating, watching TV, and lying in bed although not necessarily sleeping. The ‘good old days’ we say. Back when the only schedules I observe were air times of my favorite TV shows and the books I had to read are short and colorful ones. Those days when I could prove my wit by being able to answer “what is your name?” in a complete sentence, count to 20 and sing the first stanza of our national anthem. How truly grateful I’ll be should my parents insist now that I take my afternoon nap everyday and I’m very much willing to be punished if I don’t.

Speaking of childhood, I found this picture of my peers taken in our residence back then…



As you can see, it is evident that I’m the tallest among us. Well, I still am; Champ a little less while Jogu is not so blessed with height.

This is what we look now… (Since Champ moved out from the neighborhood and us a couple of years later, our trio has never been together)


Jogu is my cousin. He’s the eldest among us and a smart kid; a consistent honor student and the first to learn the word ‘philosophy’ at the age of 5 to 7 although I doubt if he knew the meaning in his tender years. And if I remembered it right, he’s the first to learn how to use shampoo. Today, Jogu makes a living as a freelance web developer.

Champ was the rich kid. The first to have a colored TV and a console game called ‘family computer’. I remember that he always used to argue that I am older than Jogu because of my height. Champ had completed his Bachelor in Nursing but had never practiced his profession. He’d worked in a fast food store, a contact center and the last I’ve known was in a hotel.

Me? Uh… I used to be their fan –amazed by Jogu’s bright ideas and envious of Champ’s toys (Damn! Looser!). Honestly I can’t remember any significant role; maybe I’m just the silent follower. Well, I’ve told more than enough about my job and studies in this blog so there’s nothing left to say about that either. Maybe it’s safe to claim that I’m the most sociable who mingle with belong to the famous. Taming the ego, let’s just say I’m the only one diligent enough to blog – period.