The DSL connection at my mother’s place is so slow I almost always forget they actually have broadband connection. I never really thought I’d allow something as superficial as an internet connection to get into my nerves but I can only take so much. I’ve lost count of how many pages have failed to load, flash videos that never showed up and 50mb downloads that took five days to finish. Errors like those can easily be blamed on the connection speed, the browser and even the server that hosts the files I download but I’ve actually never encountered those errors with my ISP before. What a perfect way to keep me away from my laptop and the internet this summer.
And here I was thinking summer would have been the best time to catch up on my blog. Guess not.
My nephew has an unhealthy obsession with that Heigh Ho song from Snow White. He listens to it when he wakes up in the morning. He watches it on YouTube while eating his snacks. He has commandeered my iPod and plays in on repeat. Heck, even my old Snow White VHS is already worn out by the constant replaying of that Heigh Ho sequence.
I mean, once is enough, twice is too much, thrice is overkill, twenty-one times is enough to numb my brain and drive me to the brink of insanity. I f*cking hear that f*cking song everywhere I f*cking go. But then again, if the song makes him happy, then I’d gladly play in on repeat on my iPod.
It felt weird walking through the same corridors I walked through for ten years of my life. It felt weird seeing the same classrooms I once sat in for almost ten hours everyday for ten years. It felt weird seeing the same open field we once played cops and robbers on. It felt awkward how our 6th grade classroom was now a 5th grade classroom. It felt awkward seeing how that already creepy St. Lorenzo statue near the monkey bars got even creepier. Or maybe it was just because of the statue’s new paintjob. Do statues even suppose to have paintjobs?
I actually wouldn’t have gone to SSA if I didn’t have to drive my mother around town last weekend. I was perfectly content with my memories of how the school used to be, I still am. But going back made me reminisce about the way we once were, the fun we’ve had, the tears we’ve shed, the friendships we’ve made and the experiences we probably will never forget.
I’m not really sure if that was in 3rd grade or in 4th grade but what I do know is that The Crystal Maze used to be our favorite show on cable television. We were so fangirls that we even had our own Crystal Maze during lunch breaks. Memories, memories. Hahaha. Wala lang. Hahaha. Walking down memory lane can be therapeutic, no?
Speaking of fangirls, I have run out of words to describe Rafa Nadal. Somehow HOT just isn’t enough. I very rarely watch sports on TV these days but Rafa’s hotness and his biceps are just too hard to resist. And this is coming from someone who gets turned off by overly muscled men. Ugh.
Supergirl is Eunice, a superhero wannabe.
Born on the 13th of July.
Lives somewhere in the middle of a crazy metropolis called Manila.
Loves purple flipflops, yellow bedcovers and pink sneakers.
Hates traffic, pollution and early morning flights.
Is destined to be a corporate slave.
Tries too hard.
Works too little.
