The Tale of The Hot Water

The class was very busy putting their attention to the lesson of the teacher for if she is able to spot someone not looking at her, she scolds them and worse, sends them out. That is how strict yet efficient our Ed 7 teacher is. 

This morning, while discussing on Metacognition, our senile teacher started coughing and her face turned pink in an effort to release all the irritations inside her throat. She then spotted Xang2x, who was beside me that time, and requested her to run down to the dean's office to get a class of water.

"Kanang dili bugnaw dai ha," she reminded. 

Xang2x quickly went out of the classroom while the coughing started to stop. She cleared her throat and talked once more, seemingly unaffected with the recent cough attack.

Minutes later, Xang2x was visible in the foyer, obviously uncomfortable with the glass of water. It was piping hot the moment she entered in. 

"What's that?" our teacher asked.

"Water ma'am," Xang2x responded. 

"Mainom ba na nako dai?"

"Ingon man ka nako ma'am nga hot water," she smiled.

"I said put a little hot water, not a glass of hot water." Then she continued talking to the class without minding the hot water ready to scorch her esophagus the moment she begins to put it into her mouth. 

As the class ended, I told Xang2x in a whisper, "Naunsa man ka uy? Imbes isalbar nimu ng maestra, imu na nuon nang patyon." "Wa gud laman nimu na gi huna-huna," I continued with a laugh. 

She justified, "Kay ingon man sya nga hot water. Mao ra pud akong gihatag."

"Nya wa ka ga think nga iyang im-nun?"

She laughed. 

We were dismissed a few minutes later and the glass of hot water was left on top of the teacher's table, untouched. 

Lesson learned: Don't kill a teacher through a glass of hot water.

I Am Officially Missing You

Missing you is like missing an important piece of a puzzle. No one would appreciate the beauty of the jigsaw without it.

Missing you is like missing a tooth. I won't be able to smile with one bone lost.

Missing you is like missing a pair of shoes. I can't wear them for it would be too awkward to fool around.

Missing you is like missing my first subject in the morning. It makes me feel like turning back the hands of time and wish I have woke up earlier.

Missing you is like missing the opportunity of buying Sidney Sheldon's Master of the Game or Nicholas Sparks' The Choice after knowing I spent my last allowance on a shawarma.

Missing you is like missing my photocopy in Filipino and knowing that there will be an exam the next day.

Missing you is like missing the last bus trip home after being deeply indulged in the pub's meeting.

Missing you is like missing the chance to load my phone at a nearest sari-sari store because of being too lazy to walk a few meters.

Missing you is like missing to save an amount for Sunday. I cannot give something for the tithes.

Missing you is like missing to edit an article on time. Kasaba na sunod.

Missing you is like missing my lunch for the sake of a nice movie.

Missing you is like missing to kiss nanay and tatay the moment I arrive home. Singlanay dayun.

Missing you is like eating burger without the bun.

Missing you is like drinking coffee without water.

Missing you is like loosing the internet connection.

Missing you is like star gazing at a raining night.

Missing you is like munching on a raw ampalaya.

Missing you is like loving my most hated subject.

Missing you is like watching horror movies.

Missing you is like baking a cake inside the refrigerator and chilling a mango float in an oven.

Missing you is like saying "I hate ORANGE."

Missing you is like quitting in TN.

Missing you is like having a platypus for a pet.

Missing you is like a whole piece of cake and drinking a liter of Coke plus C2.

Missing you is like ditching my Facebook account.

Missing you is like waiting for a unicorn to pass by.

Missing you is like failing to watch the latest episode of Phineas and Ferb and Ben Ten.

Missing you is like frying a perfectly cooked fish.

Missing you is like getting a perfect score in Trigonometry.

Missing you is like memorizing Rizal's Last Farewell in fifteen minutes.

Missing you is like walking from Dumaguete to Bayawan.

Missing you is like not writing anything for a day.

Missing you is like having a boy-cut hair.

Missing you is like transferring from the CED to the C_ _.

Missing you is like swallowing a balot.

Missing you is like singing in front of a crowd.

Missing you is like calling a bowl of cereal a glass of milk.

Missing you is like summoning all the fairies to bring me to Fern Gully.

Missing you is like shifting my favorites to PINK.

Missing you is like reading a novel and finishing it for a minute.

Missing you is like throwing my diary.

Missing you is like swimming in a mud.

Missing you is like mastering the Rubics Cube.

Missing you is like forgetting the meaning of "slaughter" in an English Dictionary.

Missing you is like entering into a disco bar.

Missing you is like drawing a beautiful caricature of Tweety.

Missing you is like adding eggplants to a fruit salad.

Missing you is like making an ice candy out of santol extracts.

See! Missing you made me write this. I've laid all the impossibles and it's up to you to discern how sincere this composition is. I miss you. Truly! :'(

Modern Dance Night

I and my TN colleagues decided to hasten the discussion in the meeting to watch the Modern Dance Competition. What happened was breath-taking and literally bone-breaking.

As usual, the gymnasium was jam-packed with spectators from the different colleges and supporters who are always ready for their banners and yells. On the other hand, we found a perfect spot to settle ourselves--on stage. Nine colleges and satellite campuses vied for the title. Unfortunately, I was not able to cheer for our college since there were no representatives. What I heard was that they did not have any budget for the said competition. Poor us!

Anyway, the stunts were nice. I saw how they made an effort in making their costumes and their props. I also know that they have spent sleepless nights for their choreography to be perfected. And though I am not born to be a dancer, I know it wasn't the best from them.

If I am one of the judges in that competition, I would really say these things. They lack energy (though they seemed so potent after they have distorted their faces and stuck their tongues in every cramping they did), creativity (though they tried to make it look attractive to the audience), and originality (it's pretty obvious some of the actions were from the dance team Poreotix and some hand movements from the famed Naruto).

The disturbing part was that some of the dancers did not land safely after executing dangerous back tumblings. Instead of landing on their feet, some landed on their shoulders, on their knees or on their backs. But they all seemed to be unaffected of those falls. Instead of acting morbid, they still was able to dance the rest of the steps and finish their numbers. (*a clap for them please*)

But it all ended well. Bayawan-Sta. Catalina Campus got the 4th place, followed by the College of Maritime Education on the 3rd spot, then by the College of Tourism and Hospitality Management on the 2nd spot, then the once defending champion College of Arts and Sciences as the 1st runner-up, which seemed to be hesitantly accepted by the group, and the new champion for this year which did not only get the biggest trophy but also took home the two minor awards--Best in Costume and Best in Choreography. Kudos to the College of Industrial Technology. (silingan na sa amung college..yehey!)