Hello, Confucius

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.

Going back was surreal. Surreal, but nice.

For me, the perfect summer afternoon is sitting on the beach with family and friends while waiting for the sun to set. Nothing else comes to close.

While I would rather spend the Holy Week in Roxas City and watch the Good Friday procession from the window of our house’s living room, I couldn’t complain about our vacation last week. With deadlines to think about and quizzes to study for, I found it difficult to let loose and enjoy. But the paraw rides, late-night strolls along the beach and early morning swims made the long weekend worthwhile.

I can’t believe that this little boy

has turned to this

this

this

this

this

this

this

this

this

and finally, to this

Hahaha. I have no words for the gayness. Sorry for the picspam, he’s just too fucking adorable.

I miss the sunset, the beach, the food and the booze.

One month. Just one more month before the fun, fun, fun under the sun starts.

Wala lang. Tawa lang. Feeling. Daw agi. Hahaha.

As I was getting ready to sleep this morning, I heard an explosion and the sound of breaking glass. Little did I know that the building right behind our house was already burning. The guard woke us and our neighbors up just as the flames were getting stronger and hotter. Because the street where the building was located is too narrow for the firetrucks, the firemen had to park the firetrucks inside our compound. So there we are, staring at the building on fire while posing for pictures and chitchatting.

Funny that the first thing we all saved were our laptops. When the guard woke everyone up, we all came out holding our laptops. Nobody bothered taking their clothes with them but everyone had their laptops with them. Oh technology, how we love thee.