"Hi. This is Fruscia. Can we meet somewhere?" Uh-oh. Not a prankster again."Hi. I'm Fruscia. He wanted you to have this, " a lady in a slaty blue blazer and slacks approached me."Oh, thank you!" my eyes managed to gleam with excitement despite the clammy palms behind. "Really?" I mumbled."C'mon. Go on, girl. Discover what's inside." She twisted her lips for a smile, the sweetest she ever could then walked away feeling it was the nicest thing she had ever done."L'il Sis, - " the letter went. "I know it's hard to get hooked on with that lub-dub-lub-dub thing. You're just seventeen, so young. There'll be lotta things that'll happen. You're prince charming is yet to come... Frankly, I want to share the same feeling but I know it's a big no-no. If you'll ask me why, I dunno. I just can't. I remain to be your big bro and you my l'il sis."That serene midnight, I woke up just to realize with the snoring of Manang that everything was just a dream. I lay back to bed.Kuya |~|?**|*|\|. Kuya |~|?**|*|\|. Kuya |~|?**|*|\|."Ahhh!!! Kuya |~|?**|*|\| lahat. |~|?**|*|\|, |~|?**|*|\|, |~|?**|*|\| lahat. If I know, sira - Oo, sira na nga. Hay naku, (!?*$+*, magpakatino ka nga. Ba't ba nagkakagayan ka, ha? |~|?**|*|\| na lang na paulit-ulit. Kahapon, ngayon, bukas. Pasaway na hypothalamus 'yan. 'Wag pabiktima kay Cupido. @#$% talaga! Ano bang nakain mo? Anooo baaang nangyayari sa 'yo?!"At last, I woke up to reality. So I was so much relieved!!!
For today’s sake of celebrating teachers, let me get down my memory lane circa 1994. Ms. Florida Dao-ines was my grade 1 teacher in the then Kayan Community School. I thanked that I was bit of a reader so I was spared from her famed stick. Of course, my hearing wasn’t excused of her voice harping on the day’s if not yesterday’s lesson. Oh, I could see her small figure with her short curly hairdo passing by my grandparents’ place because she used to visit her brother on the next house. Ms. Dao-ines taught us room maintenance the organic way— scrub off graffiti on wooden desks with sandpaper tree leaves, sweep off dirt, whip the floor with banana leaves and finish it off with coconut husk. On my second year with my grandparents going as second grader, I had Teacher Jeaneth Juan. She was my first troop leader in GSP and Agadangan became a vivid memory of the Scout Movement. Enamored with her not-so-strict classroom bearing, my classmates and I were saddened when on...
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