this might be late but i just remembered the christmas parties we held at school.
grade I. my very first exchange gift i received was chippy. my very first gift was a ruler. ang babaw noh!
grade VI. i gave a speech. it started with the cliche, "this is not the end, but just the beginning." jeffrey a. came with packed spaghetti and proudly claiming, "mas masiram ang luto ni mamang spaghetti".
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
'Tis I-R-V-I-N
I'm certain that this happened before Grade I because our classroom was at the Gabaldon. But what confuses me, some of our batchmates went the same class which had playing-feeding set-up. Does "Grade Kakan" sound familiar to you? Anyways, I got pissed off with our teacher for calling me "Erwin" as if she did not know how to pronounce my name properly. My mum transferred me to Maam Aven's class (I do not know the name of the building) when I stopped going to that class.
the little brother i never had
october, 1989
in 1989, at age 42, my mother still had a pregnancy. i myself, being conceived at a late mothering age of 35, the pregnancy was expected to be risky. as my mother and i was preparing to school, her water bag broke. my mother wet her skirt and urine started to drip on the floor. i was shocked and worried given the limited knowledge i had that time. my mother still managed to send me to go ahead and told me that she was alright.
i, coming into my senses that my mother was in trouble, began crying the first moment i sat on my chair upon reaching school. mrs. labay comforted me and asked what happened and i tearfully retold what i witnessed that morning. probably, she already had an idea that my mother suffered a miscarriage.
i returned home with the hilot already finished(tia dora) assisting my mother. what i saw was a fistful lump of flesh and blood contained in a bottle. the hilot estimated that it was a four- to five-month old boy fetus.
unknowingly at that time, the name rex which she intended to give her supposedly "third child" translates to the same meaning as to my name. both names mean king, rex is of latin origin while ryan is of gaelic.
in 1989, at age 42, my mother still had a pregnancy. i myself, being conceived at a late mothering age of 35, the pregnancy was expected to be risky. as my mother and i was preparing to school, her water bag broke. my mother wet her skirt and urine started to drip on the floor. i was shocked and worried given the limited knowledge i had that time. my mother still managed to send me to go ahead and told me that she was alright.
i, coming into my senses that my mother was in trouble, began crying the first moment i sat on my chair upon reaching school. mrs. labay comforted me and asked what happened and i tearfully retold what i witnessed that morning. probably, she already had an idea that my mother suffered a miscarriage.
i returned home with the hilot already finished(tia dora) assisting my mother. what i saw was a fistful lump of flesh and blood contained in a bottle. the hilot estimated that it was a four- to five-month old boy fetus.
unknowingly at that time, the name rex which she intended to give her supposedly "third child" translates to the same meaning as to my name. both names mean king, rex is of latin origin while ryan is of gaelic.
Monday, October 27, 2008
miss brunette
i first came to know janette m. (she was from a different section in grade ii) firstly, because we were kidding then our classmate elson b. of sta. teresita (sta. teregogon, as mario would jokingly call it) that he had a crush on her. and secondly, she was the only girl i knew who was a brunette. her hair then was long, curly, and, expected of a brunette, reddish to brown in color.
she is my god-sister because her father is my godfather through the sacrament of confirmation. now, she has kids and she already cut her hair short and her hair already lost its reddish color.
another fact, because she was my god-sister, i had never difficulty inviting her to become my partner in the first and only ball i joined in high school in adnu, the military victory ball. i would always be indebted to her because of that fact. thanks, miss brunette.
she is my god-sister because her father is my godfather through the sacrament of confirmation. now, she has kids and she already cut her hair short and her hair already lost its reddish color.
another fact, because she was my god-sister, i had never difficulty inviting her to become my partner in the first and only ball i joined in high school in adnu, the military victory ball. i would always be indebted to her because of that fact. thanks, miss brunette.
miss a-vhoo-key-doh
during a class recitation, maam requintina asked us some examples of fruits. vanessa sanchez, gave the best answer based on how she pronounced it, "a-vhoo-key-doh". it never fails to draw a smile on my face whenever i remember it and everytime i see her.
united nation's day (grade vi)
i remember we flew the flag of the united states during this year. another year of few recollections, i need some refreshing.
united nations' day (grade v)
i flew the same flag i had when i was in grade i which was denmark. again, i have few recollections about this year, probably a chat with my former classmates is going to refresh me of them.
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