Thirty Pesos?! Sa ‘yo na.
This is a post about what happened last Christams break. Wala lang.
Dec. 29 – My cousin sent me to St. Paul to play for her bingo cards, moved maybe by the coercive “charm” of the nuns: all this day for my former Alma Mater’s alumni homecoming program. So for the first time this academic school year, I appeared over the school grounds cramped with my blissful youth memories. There are times when I don’t feel like it; yes, I miss my batchmates especially my classmates and then all the other tedious routines we did (read: praying in every class). The thing why I didn’t go much there during the latest breaks is that I loathed seeing some of the nuns and teachers. I feel like wheezing to avenge the below-line-of-90 they marked on my report card. Evil.
During the actual gambling, almost all of us soared to a terrible hunger –voila— there was a table of food we eyed! I first thought that it was served for free: For The Alumni Exclusively. But hell no, it was an opportunistic enterprise. They serve the iced tea for P30 and the clubhouse for P65!!! “Have mercy on us;” we almost cried. Even if the caterer was from a snooty restaurant we were still complaining. As for me, I hate overpricing—it’s so not Econ.
The Bingo Socials was uneventful for me, as usual, so we headed to Jokko’s place for his planned party-whatever. As usual, we spent the dusk-night-midnight-dawn-high-noon with pure fun and games. Moreover, this somehow culminated the [very shor]- Christmas break. Lol.