Last week, we tackled our Asking Questions module. My trainees do not have much difficulty coming up with open-ended questions (questions that start with who, what, when, where, which, whose, why, and how) and I only had to refresh their memory when it comes to auxillary verbs when we discussed closed questions (questions answerable by yes or no).
We then went to question tags. One of the rules that they can follow in coming up with tag questions is opposite poles.
It is cold (positive), isn't it (negative)?
Then I gave them more difficult examples that have invisible DO verbs.
She handles her calls well, __________?
She does handle her calls well, doesn't she?
To drive home the point, I wrote several more examples on the board and called on them to answer. One of these was
It goes on and on, ___________?
"Brian!" I barked at a totally unfocused trainee.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Answer!" I demanded. "Opposite poles!"
"Uhhhhh......."
Much to my indignation, he was not paying attention.
"Okay. It goes on and on.... Now find the opposite pole," I prompted.
"Ummmm. Off?"
I don't deserve this, do I?
Monday, March 19, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Super Visor
Today was supposed to be Superhero Day at the Insular. I really wanted to come in as the Incredible Hulk. I already pulled that off back in Alabang and I still want to paint myself green again.
Dressing up in Alabang was really great and out team used to do it every week. We had Gothic Day, wherein the winner looked like a hooker. We also had Hawaiian Day. I came in a grass skirt and by the end of the day, my legs were all sore from sitting on the stupid thing. The skirt also prevented me from second hand smoking lest I go up in flames. We even had Rockstar Day, which everyone loved, and Retro Day, which was an excuse to look like some cat on a couch.
When it was Superhero Day in Alabang, it was really sucky since everyone just wore a Superman or a Batman shirt. I was wonderfully green all over. When I came in as the Incredible Hulk, one of the agents remarked, "I know who you are. You're Princess Fiona!"
Another one said, "No! She's Mystique! Mystique-a!"
I was not the least bit amused.
Since today was supposed to be Employee Appreciation Day, they wanted us to come in as some superhero. I did not color myself green since I had a date that night and I did not want to look like a vat of toxic waste.
Our senior manager, being, er, extremely collagen-challenged, came in a wheelchair as Professor Xavier of the Xmen. He, of course, bagged the prize. And since he is ultra-generous and superhero-ly nice, he bought all of us chocolate.
I was doing my dailies on a PC when he handed me my share. He said, "Where were you during the awarding?"
"I was there, Mike," I vehemently claimed. The truth is, I was in class. "Didn't you see me?"
"C'mon, Kodi! You were not there at all," he said.
"See! You really did not deserve the prize for Best Costume. I was supposed to win that award but everyone kept ignoring me," I sighed.
"Oh," Mike sympathized. "What was your costume?"
"I came in as the Invisible Girl."
Dressing up in Alabang was really great and out team used to do it every week. We had Gothic Day, wherein the winner looked like a hooker. We also had Hawaiian Day. I came in a grass skirt and by the end of the day, my legs were all sore from sitting on the stupid thing. The skirt also prevented me from second hand smoking lest I go up in flames. We even had Rockstar Day, which everyone loved, and Retro Day, which was an excuse to look like some cat on a couch.
When it was Superhero Day in Alabang, it was really sucky since everyone just wore a Superman or a Batman shirt. I was wonderfully green all over. When I came in as the Incredible Hulk, one of the agents remarked, "I know who you are. You're Princess Fiona!"
Another one said, "No! She's Mystique! Mystique-a!"
I was not the least bit amused.
Since today was supposed to be Employee Appreciation Day, they wanted us to come in as some superhero. I did not color myself green since I had a date that night and I did not want to look like a vat of toxic waste.
Our senior manager, being, er, extremely collagen-challenged, came in a wheelchair as Professor Xavier of the Xmen. He, of course, bagged the prize. And since he is ultra-generous and superhero-ly nice, he bought all of us chocolate.
I was doing my dailies on a PC when he handed me my share. He said, "Where were you during the awarding?"
"I was there, Mike," I vehemently claimed. The truth is, I was in class. "Didn't you see me?"
"C'mon, Kodi! You were not there at all," he said.
"See! You really did not deserve the prize for Best Costume. I was supposed to win that award but everyone kept ignoring me," I sighed.
"Oh," Mike sympathized. "What was your costume?"
"I came in as the Invisible Girl."
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Waxing Poetic
Come stand with me on a grassy hilltop;
Let the breeze take us anywhere it wants;
Along with swirls of cloud patchwork pieces,
And minute veils of dandelion seeds.
Do not walk on the gravel path this time,
But tread on the grass that sings with the wind;
With dewdrop diamonds sparkling in the sun
Countless and endless beneath our feet.
Take my hand and step off the riverbank
And on my raft we shall float dreamily
Down a meandering blue-green river,
With endless surprises around each bend.
Climb down from your window into the night;
We are yet to fathom its mysteries;
And its infinite shades of velvet dark,
Humming soothing lullabies on our skin.
Let the breeze take us anywhere it wants;
Along with swirls of cloud patchwork pieces,
And minute veils of dandelion seeds.
Do not walk on the gravel path this time,
But tread on the grass that sings with the wind;
With dewdrop diamonds sparkling in the sun
Countless and endless beneath our feet.
Take my hand and step off the riverbank
And on my raft we shall float dreamily
Down a meandering blue-green river,
With endless surprises around each bend.
Climb down from your window into the night;
We are yet to fathom its mysteries;
And its infinite shades of velvet dark,
Humming soothing lullabies on our skin.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Values
There comes a point in the run when we talk about values. This is one of my favorite topics, considering I almost flunked Values Education big time back in high school.
I always caution my trainees to be very careful in how they impart values to their kids since these are quite firmly in place before a child turns ten.
We often threaten our children with, "Don't go there because you'll find a cockroach, snake, ghost, witch, etc. there." Or if a child is naughty, parents always threaten to tell on them to the policeman, security guard, the local Bombay, the neighborhood lunatic, Papa Jesus, etc." My trainees come up with all these examples.
To this, one of my trainees volunteered, "The magsusupot!"
"Yes," I agreed. "The magsusupot is someone who circumcises people, right?"
"No, Kodi," corrected another. "The magsusupot is someone who puts someone in a sack."
Oh.
My.
God.
I felt the blood rush to my face.
I always caution my trainees to be very careful in how they impart values to their kids since these are quite firmly in place before a child turns ten.
We often threaten our children with, "Don't go there because you'll find a cockroach, snake, ghost, witch, etc. there." Or if a child is naughty, parents always threaten to tell on them to the policeman, security guard, the local Bombay, the neighborhood lunatic, Papa Jesus, etc." My trainees come up with all these examples.
To this, one of my trainees volunteered, "The magsusupot!"
"Yes," I agreed. "The magsusupot is someone who circumcises people, right?"
"No, Kodi," corrected another. "The magsusupot is someone who puts someone in a sack."
Oh.
My.
God.
I felt the blood rush to my face.
Friday, March 9, 2007
Similies and Metaphors
I've been sitting on this since you've asked me. What did I feel when we kissed?
Yucky and overrated?, you asked.
Of course not.
I told you that it felt like existing in another world. Like the feeling that you get when you're under an umbrella in the pouring rain. I told you that it felt like opening your mom's letters that she tied up with lace and kept in the attic. And you get this feeling that some things existed before you did.
I haven't said that it also felt like that split second before the plunge in a roller coaster ride. The way your breath is taken away when you dream that you're falling. It was like holding on to a fistful of sand when you're playing in the sandbox.
It's like not being able to resist opening the window just to feel the rain on the open palm of your hand. It felt like opening a jam jar to let loose a butterfly that just came out of its cocoon.
It felt like lying on a grassy field and looking up at the sky. Then realizing that you are not looking up but down and you hold on for dear life because you might either float away or fall.
It was heady and intoxicating. I wish you were mine.
Yucky and overrated?, you asked.
Of course not.
I told you that it felt like existing in another world. Like the feeling that you get when you're under an umbrella in the pouring rain. I told you that it felt like opening your mom's letters that she tied up with lace and kept in the attic. And you get this feeling that some things existed before you did.
I haven't said that it also felt like that split second before the plunge in a roller coaster ride. The way your breath is taken away when you dream that you're falling. It was like holding on to a fistful of sand when you're playing in the sandbox.
It's like not being able to resist opening the window just to feel the rain on the open palm of your hand. It felt like opening a jam jar to let loose a butterfly that just came out of its cocoon.
It felt like lying on a grassy field and looking up at the sky. Then realizing that you are not looking up but down and you hold on for dear life because you might either float away or fall.
It was heady and intoxicating. I wish you were mine.
Withdrawal Symptoms
My former supervisor called me today. Joe and I have the same work ethics and we used to be such a fantastic tandem when I was still in productions. We were catching up on each other's lives and he told me about some things that he is doing in preparation for his wedding.
One of these things is quitting smoking and he bragged that he hasn't had a ciggie for weeks. Joe is a person who is not known for anger management. So by some miracle, he is still not in jail for breaking someone's nose.
"That must have been so difficult for you, Joe," I empathized. "It's a good thing you can cope with the withdrawal stage."
"Well, all I do is drink a lot of juice," he said. "It satisfies my need to put something in my mouth."
You'd better be careful with that need. You might turn out to be gay right before your 'I do's'," I laughingly advised.
"Hey! Not everyone who wants to put something in their mouths are gay. You can put a nipple in your mouth, for crying out loud."
"But men have nipples, too, Joe."
This was followed by a really long silence on the other end of the line. I don't think I heard wedding bells.
One of these things is quitting smoking and he bragged that he hasn't had a ciggie for weeks. Joe is a person who is not known for anger management. So by some miracle, he is still not in jail for breaking someone's nose.
"That must have been so difficult for you, Joe," I empathized. "It's a good thing you can cope with the withdrawal stage."
"Well, all I do is drink a lot of juice," he said. "It satisfies my need to put something in my mouth."
You'd better be careful with that need. You might turn out to be gay right before your 'I do's'," I laughingly advised.
"Hey! Not everyone who wants to put something in their mouths are gay. You can put a nipple in your mouth, for crying out loud."
"But men have nipples, too, Joe."
This was followed by a really long silence on the other end of the line. I don't think I heard wedding bells.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Perfume
Ed just asked Dre to choose a perfume for him to wear today. I, being persnickety about scents, said, "Can I smell, too?"
Ed goes, "Yes, Kodi. All you have to do is sweat."
"I do not smell when I sweat," I declared. "Besides, women do not sweat. Horses sweat. Men perspire. Women glow."
"GLOW! Glorious Liquid Out of Women," said Ed.
He gets the award for Pervert of the Day.
Ed goes, "Yes, Kodi. All you have to do is sweat."
"I do not smell when I sweat," I declared. "Besides, women do not sweat. Horses sweat. Men perspire. Women glow."
"GLOW! Glorious Liquid Out of Women," said Ed.
He gets the award for Pervert of the Day.
Opposites
When I was four, my brother and I used to play a game called Opposites. Both of us stood at one end of our vast living room and our nanny, who was standing at the other end, called out a word. The first one to get the opposite of that word will make a certain number of giant steps, baby steps, umbrella steps, bunny steps (you get the idea) forward. I still remember some of the words. Like, sunshine and rain, sun and moon, noisy and quiet, light and dark, up and down, love and hate.
But now that I look back, the opposite of love is not hate. Because hate is just feeling hostile towards someone who threatens you in some way. Love is not just looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses. Love is not all those cheesy cliches. Love can be just simple gestures. Love is when you want to be around someone all the time because you want to make sure he's safe. Love is worrying if someone has a dry shirt on. Love is holding someone's hand tighter when he stumbles while walking. Love is caring about what another person feels or thinks.
The opposite of love is indifference.
But now that I look back, the opposite of love is not hate. Because hate is just feeling hostile towards someone who threatens you in some way. Love is not just looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses. Love is not all those cheesy cliches. Love can be just simple gestures. Love is when you want to be around someone all the time because you want to make sure he's safe. Love is worrying if someone has a dry shirt on. Love is holding someone's hand tighter when he stumbles while walking. Love is caring about what another person feels or thinks.
The opposite of love is indifference.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
North Park Gabfest
We have gone entirely mad. Maybe it is something that we were born with. Or maybe we were just too tired last night. Perhaps it is because the people that we're so in love with are either fooling around, far away, undecided, or just do not exist at all. Or we were high from sniffing whiteboard markers.
**********
The song High by Barbie Almalbis was playing.
Kodi : Do you guys know that Barbie is now pregnant?
Ed : Barbie is a lesbian.
Freda : She used to be bisexual but then she turned Christian.
Carl : Which Barbie is this?
Freda and Ed : Almalbis.
Kodi : Like, the rocker girl. Who do you think we were talking about? The doll? Imagine, a pregnant Barbie doll.
Freda : That Barbie is also lesbian. Imagine, all you do is hang out with all other girls. You definitely will have lesbian tendencies.
Ed : Plus, there is only one guy - Ken.
Carl : Ken will then be such a stud. All those girls.
Freda : Ken is gay.
Kodi : He can never be gay. There is no other guy he can have a relationship with.
Freda and I then started rattling off all the names of the Barbie dolls that we had when we were kids. I even remember my kid doll, Kelly.
Kodi : Oh, Ken can still be gay. What if he falls in love with my brother's G.I. Joe's?
Carl : But you're not allowed to date outside your own brand. You can only date Mattel toys.
Kodi : Have you watched Toy story? The dinosaur there was made by Mattel. He and Ken can have a relationship. Ken can be gay.
Carl : That's called bestiality, Kodi.
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Carl : You know, when I went to Galera, I went snorkeling. I saw fishes...
Kodi : Fish, not fishes.
Ed : Yeah. You cannot use that.
Carl : Really? Even when you mean more that just one fish?
Ed : Yup.
Carl : Anyway, I saw fish. And I saw a parrot fish. I wanted to eat that.
Sniggering was heard all over the table.
Kodi : That is so weird, Carl.
Ed : Parrot fish tastes like....
Kodi : Parrot?
Ed : Ha! Parrot fish is so malangsa. You have to place a lot of vinegar to get rid of that. Plus, they are so slippery.
Carl : I also ate a blackfish. And it was literally black.
Kodi : Obviously.
Ed : But have you eaten shark? Shark is good.
Kodi : Imagine this. At this moment, there is a restaurant in the depths of the ocean. And four sharks are sitting around, talking about food. One goes, "Have you ever eaten human? Human is good."
Freda : Kodi, you are so sick.
**********
The song High by Barbie Almalbis was playing.
Kodi : Do you guys know that Barbie is now pregnant?
Ed : Barbie is a lesbian.
Freda : She used to be bisexual but then she turned Christian.
Carl : Which Barbie is this?
Freda and Ed : Almalbis.
Kodi : Like, the rocker girl. Who do you think we were talking about? The doll? Imagine, a pregnant Barbie doll.
Freda : That Barbie is also lesbian. Imagine, all you do is hang out with all other girls. You definitely will have lesbian tendencies.
Ed : Plus, there is only one guy - Ken.
Carl : Ken will then be such a stud. All those girls.
Freda : Ken is gay.
Kodi : He can never be gay. There is no other guy he can have a relationship with.
Freda and I then started rattling off all the names of the Barbie dolls that we had when we were kids. I even remember my kid doll, Kelly.
Kodi : Oh, Ken can still be gay. What if he falls in love with my brother's G.I. Joe's?
Carl : But you're not allowed to date outside your own brand. You can only date Mattel toys.
Kodi : Have you watched Toy story? The dinosaur there was made by Mattel. He and Ken can have a relationship. Ken can be gay.
Carl : That's called bestiality, Kodi.
**********
Carl : You know, when I went to Galera, I went snorkeling. I saw fishes...
Kodi : Fish, not fishes.
Ed : Yeah. You cannot use that.
Carl : Really? Even when you mean more that just one fish?
Ed : Yup.
Carl : Anyway, I saw fish. And I saw a parrot fish. I wanted to eat that.
Sniggering was heard all over the table.
Kodi : That is so weird, Carl.
Ed : Parrot fish tastes like....
Kodi : Parrot?
Ed : Ha! Parrot fish is so malangsa. You have to place a lot of vinegar to get rid of that. Plus, they are so slippery.
Carl : I also ate a blackfish. And it was literally black.
Kodi : Obviously.
Ed : But have you eaten shark? Shark is good.
Kodi : Imagine this. At this moment, there is a restaurant in the depths of the ocean. And four sharks are sitting around, talking about food. One goes, "Have you ever eaten human? Human is good."
Freda : Kodi, you are so sick.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Wish List
I know that my birthday and Christmas are still months away. And because I have been in Santa's Naughty List since the start of the year, I will definitely get coal in my stocking. I still have months to redeem myself. Nevertheless, these are things that I want now. Note how world peace has been excluded.
1. My driver's license. What every reckless, miscalculating driver with night blindness desires.
2. A bottle of Hugo Boss Pure Purple. Totally jives with my pheromones.
3. A pair of black, knee-high, stiletto boots and fishnet stockings. Sex life = null and void. But I still want them.
4. Daily cranberry juice. Man cannot live on bread alone.
5. Flowers. No roses. Just carnations and daisies.
6. Milan Kundera, John Irving, and Anne Tyler books.
7. A carved turtle jade necklace from Thailand. My mom does not want to give me hers. I have attempted several times to steal it from her. It has its own homing device.
8. My brother. Please come home from Texas now!!! But do not forget to bring with you my fossils and minerals and that box of tumbleweed.
9. A party in Araneta for all the people I've met my entire life. That includes everyone that I've crossed and all my ex-boyfriends. Sounds like a lot of fun.
10. A hammer or a brick. To bop K. on the head with. Hello! I love you! I can never make you unhappy. What more are you looking for? You do not need to forget her. We can remember her together.
1. My driver's license. What every reckless, miscalculating driver with night blindness desires.
2. A bottle of Hugo Boss Pure Purple. Totally jives with my pheromones.
3. A pair of black, knee-high, stiletto boots and fishnet stockings. Sex life = null and void. But I still want them.
4. Daily cranberry juice. Man cannot live on bread alone.
5. Flowers. No roses. Just carnations and daisies.
6. Milan Kundera, John Irving, and Anne Tyler books.
7. A carved turtle jade necklace from Thailand. My mom does not want to give me hers. I have attempted several times to steal it from her. It has its own homing device.
8. My brother. Please come home from Texas now!!! But do not forget to bring with you my fossils and minerals and that box of tumbleweed.
9. A party in Araneta for all the people I've met my entire life. That includes everyone that I've crossed and all my ex-boyfriends. Sounds like a lot of fun.
10. A hammer or a brick. To bop K. on the head with. Hello! I love you! I can never make you unhappy. What more are you looking for? You do not need to forget her. We can remember her together.
A Blast From the Past
Ed and I usually play this certain prank on his class. The first time I step into his room, he introduces me as their trainer for the rest of the run because he needs to go on leave or something. The next day, he leaves them with an activity. After a few minutes, I bustle in, feeling all self-important, and boss the trainees around like some drill sergeant. After a few terrifying minutes, I open the door to reveal Ed grinning like the Cheshire cat.
Everything would have turned out okay. But after several days of meeting them in the hallway or in Ed's room when I wait for him to eat lunch with me, one of them approached me and asked me if I was from Cotabato City. Well, my mom is from that part of the globe and I still have an aunt who lives there. This certain trainee asked me if I remember a cousin of his who used to live in my grandfather's boardinghouse.
It suddenly dawned on me that I used to date this trainee of Ed's. His cousin used to brag about how hot he is and went through great lengths to set us up. Mind you, I was only sixteen at that time; a mere sophomore at the University of the Philippines. He was twenty-one. He was probably was as spoiled and pampered as I was and had everything going for him.
It's really funny because I can recall vivid details of that afternoon, which was close to ten years ago. That nearly qualifies as an epoch. I have this uncanny ability to remember details and to quote what people said years and years ago. But this was a guy that I only saw a couple of times, talked to a million times over the phone, and sent me a thousand messages on my pager.
I remember walking down the steps and seeing this tall, fair apparition in a crisp, white Giordano shirt (the one with the frog logo) and faded pants. The light was slanting through the windows and there were dust motes floating dreamily around (how dust motes can be dreamy, I cannot now imagine). He was very polite to everyone at home and behaved like a perfect gentleman for the rest of the day. He opened doors for me and made sure I was never a tad uncomfortable. We had the whole Saturday ahead so we just watched a movie, had dinner, and went to a bar to listen to music. The singers of the band asked him to sing Melt With You that night. He then drove me home. It was fun and quite uneventful. Meaning, we did not go beyond the perfunctory good night kiss. He was so well-behaved because his cousin told him that I was such a princess. What a description.
I have to say the events of that date since Ed's trainees never stop teasing us. They cross-examine us every time and ask us suggestive questions such as, "So, what happened during that date?" This is what you call karma.
That date was a long time ago. We talked in Starbucks last night to catch up on each other's lives. So much has happened and we've grown in so many different directions. But it was really great to reminisce about our friendship and our many conversations. It feels great to talk about shared history.
It was when the world still waited for us.
Everything would have turned out okay. But after several days of meeting them in the hallway or in Ed's room when I wait for him to eat lunch with me, one of them approached me and asked me if I was from Cotabato City. Well, my mom is from that part of the globe and I still have an aunt who lives there. This certain trainee asked me if I remember a cousin of his who used to live in my grandfather's boardinghouse.
It suddenly dawned on me that I used to date this trainee of Ed's. His cousin used to brag about how hot he is and went through great lengths to set us up. Mind you, I was only sixteen at that time; a mere sophomore at the University of the Philippines. He was twenty-one. He was probably was as spoiled and pampered as I was and had everything going for him.
It's really funny because I can recall vivid details of that afternoon, which was close to ten years ago. That nearly qualifies as an epoch. I have this uncanny ability to remember details and to quote what people said years and years ago. But this was a guy that I only saw a couple of times, talked to a million times over the phone, and sent me a thousand messages on my pager.
I remember walking down the steps and seeing this tall, fair apparition in a crisp, white Giordano shirt (the one with the frog logo) and faded pants. The light was slanting through the windows and there were dust motes floating dreamily around (how dust motes can be dreamy, I cannot now imagine). He was very polite to everyone at home and behaved like a perfect gentleman for the rest of the day. He opened doors for me and made sure I was never a tad uncomfortable. We had the whole Saturday ahead so we just watched a movie, had dinner, and went to a bar to listen to music. The singers of the band asked him to sing Melt With You that night. He then drove me home. It was fun and quite uneventful. Meaning, we did not go beyond the perfunctory good night kiss. He was so well-behaved because his cousin told him that I was such a princess. What a description.
I have to say the events of that date since Ed's trainees never stop teasing us. They cross-examine us every time and ask us suggestive questions such as, "So, what happened during that date?" This is what you call karma.
That date was a long time ago. We talked in Starbucks last night to catch up on each other's lives. So much has happened and we've grown in so many different directions. But it was really great to reminisce about our friendship and our many conversations. It feels great to talk about shared history.
It was when the world still waited for us.
Friday, March 2, 2007
Swapping Corner
Ed, Freda, Ice, and I were starving an hour ago. We all just came from our midshift classes and finished all our daily reports. So we moseyed over to a restaurant downstairs to stuff our faces before we do other admin things.
Ed kept talking about this certain girl he has been dating for about a month. This girl just revealed that she has a three-year old. She got pregnant when she was eighteen and she is still seeing the father.
Well, it has been a long day for me, too. My former trainees from my darling class went out after their shift. They are in the morning shift and I obviously was not able to join them in their revelry. I really felt horrible that I was slaving so far away from some of my favorite people in the world. But I love the class that I am handling now and I can't deny that we also had a great time together. But we did so much today and after expending so much energy in classroom delivery, I felt that I have been spread too thinly.
We then went to the 7-Eleven on the corner of Valero and Sedeno. When I was standing at the counter, I noticed that there was a WWE Cards Swapping board. There were a few posts offering to swap Batista for John Cena, etc. But there was a purple Post-It with "Swap Girlfriend; Call or Text 09xxxxxxxxx". I laughed my head off and showed it to my friends.
If only I had the guts, I would post something there, too. It will say, "Do you want to be K.'s rebound girlfriend? Here's his number - 0926xxxxxxx. Call me when it's over - 0917xxxxxxx, so that I can then be his girlfriend."
Ed kept talking about this certain girl he has been dating for about a month. This girl just revealed that she has a three-year old. She got pregnant when she was eighteen and she is still seeing the father.
Well, it has been a long day for me, too. My former trainees from my darling class went out after their shift. They are in the morning shift and I obviously was not able to join them in their revelry. I really felt horrible that I was slaving so far away from some of my favorite people in the world. But I love the class that I am handling now and I can't deny that we also had a great time together. But we did so much today and after expending so much energy in classroom delivery, I felt that I have been spread too thinly.
We then went to the 7-Eleven on the corner of Valero and Sedeno. When I was standing at the counter, I noticed that there was a WWE Cards Swapping board. There were a few posts offering to swap Batista for John Cena, etc. But there was a purple Post-It with "Swap Girlfriend; Call or Text 09xxxxxxxxx". I laughed my head off and showed it to my friends.
If only I had the guts, I would post something there, too. It will say, "Do you want to be K.'s rebound girlfriend? Here's his number - 0926xxxxxxx. Call me when it's over - 0917xxxxxxx, so that I can then be his girlfriend."
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Drawing Straws
I had coffee with Jun this afternoon before I started my class. He was looking for a BPI Family Bank and since today was Muntinlupa City Day, all of the banks in Alabang were closed. So I convinced him to go to Makati instead and hang out in Starbucks for an hour.
The truth is, I am not a coffee person. The only thing I buy from Starbucks is cranberry juice. Jun was the first to arrive in Starbucks and he already ordered some overpriced, iced caffeinated thing. I stepped in and kissed him on the cheek. Jun then asked me, "What do you want?"
I jested, "Can I have you?"
He then scoffed. I was about to stab him in the eye but he paid for my venti cranberry juice and my chunky chocolate chip cookie. This was probably because I was still sore about the Somebody's Fermina Daza episode but I accept charity and bribes from an overworked and underpaid government employee who feels uncomfortable in an English-only zone.
Jun carried the tray that contained our drinks and my cookie to a corner table. Right after we sat down, he took a bite out of my cookie. Wow. They really do not teach that in charm school. But he bought another cookie to split.
I was downing my cranberry juice when he drew out his straw from his drink and asked me to do the same with mine.
"Let's have a contest," he urged.
"What?" I sputtered, suddenly feeling excited. I could feel adrenalin surge through my veins.
"Let's deep throat our straws and see who can put in more length."
Jun and I are really competitive. When we were in college, we used to not talk to each other for three months because we squabbled over a game or a challenge to see who can do something longer, faster, better, (and other comparatives). And ignoring each other was pretty hard to do since we were roomies. But that was also a competition in itself.
We'd even have wrestling-cum-grappling matches that spanned the whole house and resulted to broken furniture, torn clothing, bumps and bruises. And it really was an unfair match because Jun is a lot bigger and stronger that I am. He also has shorter hair and enjoys it when people grab and pull hard on it. I am also very ticklish and break my hold on him when he so much as threatens to reach for my midsection. In fact, that is the only way he can make me concede. Since he cannot really pin me down, he'd tickle me until I cry. He really does not deserve the UFC title.
There even was this time when Jun heard me sing Annie's Song by John Denver. Mind you, he just dumped me and he had the gall to tell me that I am as tone deaf as a rock. A fine example of adding insult to injury. So I told him flat out that he cannot even sustain a relative pitch. So I wrote down the lyrics of Annie's Song and we sat in front of the computer to set things straight. Jun and I made two separate recordings of our versions and had someone objective enough judge who was less relatively insensitive to musical pitch. Jun first played his recording and then mine. Then we played them together. It was really sucky because our judge was too objective and just laughed at us.
Most of our contests really do not have definite decisions. It's because one of us cheats or storms off before the competition is over. But as for the deep throat contest, I definitely won by a mile.
The truth is, I am not a coffee person. The only thing I buy from Starbucks is cranberry juice. Jun was the first to arrive in Starbucks and he already ordered some overpriced, iced caffeinated thing. I stepped in and kissed him on the cheek. Jun then asked me, "What do you want?"
I jested, "Can I have you?"
He then scoffed. I was about to stab him in the eye but he paid for my venti cranberry juice and my chunky chocolate chip cookie. This was probably because I was still sore about the Somebody's Fermina Daza episode but I accept charity and bribes from an overworked and underpaid government employee who feels uncomfortable in an English-only zone.
Jun carried the tray that contained our drinks and my cookie to a corner table. Right after we sat down, he took a bite out of my cookie. Wow. They really do not teach that in charm school. But he bought another cookie to split.
I was downing my cranberry juice when he drew out his straw from his drink and asked me to do the same with mine.
"Let's have a contest," he urged.
"What?" I sputtered, suddenly feeling excited. I could feel adrenalin surge through my veins.
"Let's deep throat our straws and see who can put in more length."
Jun and I are really competitive. When we were in college, we used to not talk to each other for three months because we squabbled over a game or a challenge to see who can do something longer, faster, better, (and other comparatives). And ignoring each other was pretty hard to do since we were roomies. But that was also a competition in itself.
We'd even have wrestling-cum-grappling matches that spanned the whole house and resulted to broken furniture, torn clothing, bumps and bruises. And it really was an unfair match because Jun is a lot bigger and stronger that I am. He also has shorter hair and enjoys it when people grab and pull hard on it. I am also very ticklish and break my hold on him when he so much as threatens to reach for my midsection. In fact, that is the only way he can make me concede. Since he cannot really pin me down, he'd tickle me until I cry. He really does not deserve the UFC title.
There even was this time when Jun heard me sing Annie's Song by John Denver. Mind you, he just dumped me and he had the gall to tell me that I am as tone deaf as a rock. A fine example of adding insult to injury. So I told him flat out that he cannot even sustain a relative pitch. So I wrote down the lyrics of Annie's Song and we sat in front of the computer to set things straight. Jun and I made two separate recordings of our versions and had someone objective enough judge who was less relatively insensitive to musical pitch. Jun first played his recording and then mine. Then we played them together. It was really sucky because our judge was too objective and just laughed at us.
Most of our contests really do not have definite decisions. It's because one of us cheats or storms off before the competition is over. But as for the deep throat contest, I definitely won by a mile.
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