I miss you

I miss those days.
I REALLY miss those days. Past, present future tense. Whatever!

I miss my alma mater. It was my second home. I stayed there for at least thirteen cruel extraordinary and memorable years. I will never forget the day when I accidentally peered on to my old Chinese teacher’s skirt. We always sit on the floor during lectures and I was glancing at the ceiling fan when she suddenly blocked my view. I was innocent then. I thought I saw clouds. Yun pala, layers and layers of panty pala yun (similar to a typical cartoon character’s undies). Hahaha. She didn’t know that. There was a time that I was punished by that grumpy, old Chinese teacher because I laughed on her like a silly hyena! Her wig flew because she forgot to turn off the ceiling fan! Because of frustration (and yeah, to protect her dignity and reputation), she forced me to go outside the classroom and bear the searing heat of the sun. I stayed under the scorching heat of the sun for at least 3 hours. After that, I got fever. Did my mom report child abuse to the authorities? Naaah. It was my fault.


Then, high school came through. HS life is full of firsts.

First time mangopya ng mga lintik na assignments, first time magpapakopya ng mga assignments [uuyy, mabait!] sa classmates, hanggang buong baranggay nang nangopya, and it hurts, REALLY HURTS if nawala ang papel mo. Walang hiyang buhay ‘to oh. First time makipagaway sa teacher, first love, first hug, first kiss, first baby, UGH. Enough!

Irksome dorky classmates, conceited socialites, social climbers, humble socialites, brilliant classmates, experts, the boring ones, the cheapipays, best friend ng bayan.. Oooh, high school clique’s really exciting, intriguing and yeah, baffling.


Welcome college life! The real life begins here. Your destiny and future shall reflect on to your performance. During the first few weeks, everybody’s excited on to every class. Each and everyone write on to their brand new Gtecs, binders, and scented notebooks during lectures. Everyone dreams to have an UNO grade. After prelims, dreams start to shatter and fade. Then midterm came. Insanity. Then Finals. Brain Damage. Comatose. Beep. Flat Line. Time of death, after every final examination. Resurrection follows after the last exam of the final exam week.

Iskul bukol. No wonder why I miss school. Uggh. Then during the mid semester, I’m always frazzled and want to have a long rest. Here I am though, enjoying the summer break yet I’m yearning for school.

The sine qua non is this: Man can never be satisfied.