This may sound weird but I miss school. I mean, my highschool friends and I are not going out much as expected. I am not missing school for academics, puh-leez. I miss my block. I miss my orgs.
“Stupid Love” or, your asinine postmodern edition, “S2pid Luv” a rap song accompanied with a chorus of some oldie lyrics surprisingly became a hit in the latter part of my grade school. I have heard those entire weird twangs that have become peculiar only to the teenagers wearing loose-as-plastic-bags shirts and shorts that screamed “Hey, snatch my eyes out from their sockets now!”
These following stories of my friends and I really give me the urge to sing that “stupid” song:
1. I was to buy an RC cola in a sari-sari store near Mini Stop along Katipunan when nobody actually was entertaining me as a precious customer. There were three girls in that shop and I got so asar because they were gossiping. I began talking to myself again, literally that is.
I muttered “Hello? I’m gonna buy.” It so happened that they heard it and turned their eyes on me! Until a few seconds, one of them finally said,
“Ano po iyon?”
2. I’ve been a loyal suki (redundancy check) to the laundry shop a block away from where I stay in Marikina. The laundry lady whom I bequeath on my clothes knows me by the name Barel, yes that heavy metal weight those big guys use in the gym (with a singular L). And as for me, I always forget to remind her that my name is B-A-R-R-Y
PICTURE: Barel, 5.4 kls, P135.00
Last night when I was
not panicking on my BC 100 report, I indulged on some “chillaxing” music (read: chill + relax, ), now that I finally repaired my headphone. Then I actually ensued on listening to this Rivermaya hit three times! I froze and began to have delusions— what the?! In luv? I’m coughing right now.
“Tatawagan mo pa rin ba ako?
Susulatan mo parin ba ako?
Tayo pa rin bang dalawa
Kahiiiiiiiiiiit buh-bye na…”
I’m gonna miss her.
PICTURE: before anything else, I’m in the state of freakin’ out. Acads are homicidal. Yet I’m gettin’ excited for next sem, but oh, the CRS is working like a turtle!
Seven days ago, I received an SMS from Marian swaying CMC people to form a team of three and successively join the Yellow Cab Pizza Eating Contest on Sept. 28, Friday 12pm. I promised her that I would summon two others and get ourselves listed— I, Simon and Kuya Bikoy got the final slot!
Then came Friday, the ever-noisy CMC crowds gathered around the venue (area under the Skywalk) pulsing with pure excitement. The game was about to start and Kuya Bikoy was still on his way to the scene so Patty became his substitute.
About to start. Everybody brought their camphones/cameras/videocameras/whatevercams out to capture the moment/s coming. The 18-inch ham&cheese pizzas were laid over the dumbfounded faces of us, contestants. Then, we flipped the carton covers: those were really BIG!