Saying Goodbye to an Alma Mater

I would have continued enumerating my Marisian highlights as what I have previously posted, but then I have a changed of heart.

It would be so fun to share more stories on how our speech lab gives me the creeps or the mysterious happenings during camping inside the campus.  The gossips and food shared on the red table that is not really red.  Or on how it never occurred to me why that space on the third floor of the library building is called Admin Bldg.  I could go on but then the inevitable point came where I needed to move out of that zone.  Yes, graduating.       

UCB - United Chrysolite Babes and Bugoys

In as much as most kids these days just can't wait to grow up and be a kolehiya, they don't really know what it is like to be a grown up.  They think they know - being a grown up means you have to be responsible.  Being a grown up you have to make decisions.  Being a grown up is just plain boring.

Saying goodbye to Stella Maris was bittersweet.  High school was so much fun.  Well for me it was.  High school meant I'm in that point where I can plan for my future but still remain childish.  I could joke around with my teachers and not be scared being graded while doing so ( I think!).  I have discovered that treating your teacher as some sort of a friend than a witch is much better for my learning.

Graduation could mean a lot of things for anybody  It was the culmination of all your hard work.  If it was enough for you to enter the world of collegiate.  It also means that you have to pass certain points to get into your preferred course.  It means you have to march on that stage with your head held high while your parents vigorously clap their hands knowing you have yet made a milestone in their plan for your future.  Graduation means you are almost ready to be an adult.

But for me graduation was something else, it was saying goodbye to all the 139 faces I see everyday for the past 12 years.  It was giving more space on the red table so somebody else could form friendships there.  It was returning all books so somebody else could learn from it too and perhaps doodle a little on the edges.  It was dancing one last time on the dirt covered ground for our field demo.  Pockets of good memories that could be a good topic when you meet up with old friends in the future.  That is just for me, I don't know what other 139 memories my classmates have in their pockets.

One thing is for certain though, we have one common memory that I am pretty sure that we will never ever forget.  Our graduation song.  You see, in Stella Maris we don't just adapt any inspiring song to be sung during our graduation rites, we make them.  So here is our graduation song, well just the lyrics, which sometimes I find myself singing while in the shower.

A Graduate's Farewell

by: Carnelian Class'96-'97

Look at us

See what we have become 

Feel our pride and happiness

See how far we have gone

We have reached the end of the path

Here lies the crossroads of life

Another adventure is about to begin

But do we have to say goodbye?

When the roads are too many

And we're too confused to choose

There is his rod to aid

And keep our pace

And wherever these roads roads lead

However far

Forget me not my friend as you and I

Reach our lives farthest star

Everybody bidding goodbye

Going ahead with their own journey

But I love you my dear friend

And before you leave

I have something to say

Through the blowing winds of time

We will leave nothing behind

(some lines missing...sorry)

Look at us..see what we have become   

And the song still rings truth.  We may have all went our separate ways but a Marisian will always be a brother or a sister to the rest of the Marisian community.  So I guess it will never be a goodbye, maybe its just a see-you-later thing.

The Marisian Life

It's funny how you sometimes do pieces of writing about little things that reminds you of a colorful childhood and it ended up being shared... like a lot?  It's overwhelmingly scary.  But in a good way...I think. I write stuff and after I think it is decent enough to reread for later I throw it into the cyber void hoping that nobody will find it.  (I'm weird that way).

Anyway!  To continue my celebration of my coral year as an acceptable human being, this is my last piece on the place I have spent 12 years of my life outside my home.  My second home - Stella Maris.

My prep Class Picture - Section Butterball

When I posted the previous piece, a lot of my friends and classmates commented on what they miss about Stella, so I'm compiling my top 20 and it is probably the same thing as most of the Marisian readers.

Grade 1 Cosmos (The Talisay tree behind is the only tree that doesn't have "til-as" - yes because it has no leaves and its probably dead already)

1.  Buying a ruler from the cashier is a very daunting task.  It was in 2nd grade, when an activity requires a ruler and I left mine at home.  But since I will be needing it in the afternoon I still have time to get one without going home.  P.S. I don't know how to get home because I take a carpool so going home is not in the list of my options.  So during recess I rushed to the cashier's office and bought a ruler or at least tried buying.
                                Me: "Ms. Teves tag-ilan ang ruler?"
                                Ms. Teves: "Walang tag-ilan dito!" (and bangs her window)
     second attempt (lunch break):  
                                Me: "Ms. Teves, may ruler po kayo?"
                                Ms. Teves: "Meron.  Ilan?"
                                Me: " Isa lang po.  Tag-ilan?" (bang! the window closed again)
So what seems to be the problem???  Maybe Ms. Teves doesn't like me.  I ended up asking my classmate to buy one for me instead.

2.  The pseudo artist.  Still in 2nd grade, it was a Thursday and our teacher informed us that we will be drawing  our favorite animal the next day, so we need to bring our drawing materials.  The ever prepared me did more than that.  I asked my Tatay to draw me a rabbit which of course I submitted the following day.  My teacher was so impressed so she posted "my" drawing on the best drawing board along with two other drawings.  Not only that, since she was so impressed she entered me to this inter-section drawing competition.  I was so mortified.  During the contest I was sweating profusely and the the thought of drawing stick people during the contest was just plain embarrassing.  So what should I do???  I fainted. The end. 

3.  The Bell.  I can't remember what grade level I was then, but there was this thing that everybody does when the bell rings during recess or lunch break.  Nope, we don't break dance, we did the opposite.  We freeze.  Whatever you are doing, when the bell rings you just have to stop.  It was weird but everybody in the school did it.  It was funny.  I could imagine those who were drinking from fountain when the bell rings.

4.  Toilet particulars.  I have developed an early hint of OCD when it comes to comfort rooms.  I must say it all started when I was introduced to the elementary CR.  It was dark, dank and dingy.  The triple D.  And it stinks like big time.  I wonder why.  And so, I have used my "tall-ish" feature and sneaked into the high school CR when I needed to tinkle. One time, during recess, I slipped into the high school CR when the bell rang, I did my business hurriedly inside the cubicle and ran outside.  And I noticed that some of the people were giving me funny looks while some sniggered.  When I reached the line I realized that my skirt accidentally got inserted in my ruffled knickers. Yes.  Red-face moment.

5.  Jeepers cleaners.  A section is divided into 5 groups that are assigned to clean the classroom at the end of the day.  Whoever is the leader will be a powerful individual.  I think, the cleaner leader and the class president almost have the same power.  You know why?  You have the power to report a classmate to the teacher.  Whoever escapes cleaning will be punished.  That's how serious cleaning is in Stella is. :)   I was so dedicated in cleaning that in 6th grade, I volunteered to clean the classroom during lunch break.  During lunch breaks all classrooms are closed/locked but since our classroom was at the newly added wing to the school and our teachers stayed during the break, we can go up there and clean.  Unfortunately for us, the janitor saw us and reported us to the prefect.  I cried so hard when we were sent to the office of the school's Prefect.  It was my first time but not the last.  As punishment, we swept the hallway floor from entrance to the canteen.  Traumatic.

6.  The Talisay tree.  The school ground is surrounded by big Talisay trees.  And each tree has this concrete bench around it.  It serves as a hangout place for everybody.  But there are two or three particular Talisay trees that breed the most hideous "til-as" ever.  When it gets in contact with your skin it is crazy itchy.   I have only loved those kind of trees when I reached high school.  The two trees fronting the high school building are the best places to copy assignments and people watch.

7.  Cheering grandslam.  We never won.  No matter how cute our cheer leaders were.  Or no matter how loud we were.  No matter how funny our cheers were.  We just can't have the title of a winning batch.  This is probably a curse.  Curse of the Che Che Bole.

8.  The short cut.  When an additional wing was built at back of the existing elementary building, a short cut was made so you don't have to go down just to go to the next building.  Rumor has it that a white lady guards that pathway.  That's why I never pass that short cut alone because I sort of believe it.  Or maybe because I'm just a scaredy cat.

9. Chit or Cheat or Cheet.  I will never know the correct spelling.  This is the money we used during special events in school a.k.a. Sportsfest and Foundation day.  Its one of the events in school I usually look forward to because I don't get to wear my uniform and we can buy junk foods that are usually sold outside the school.  But we don't use the real money, we change it into this sort of play money thing.  We call it "chit/cheat/cheet" I don't know where the term originated.

10.  The first time I fell in love.  No!  Not with a boy! I fell in love with books.  Who knew about love during elementary days?!  I haven't discovered comb at that time yet.  Books just took me to places.  That was the time when I wanted to be as adventurous as Nancy Drew or have a twin like Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield.  And this affair with the books have flourished until now and I think my friends still think I earmark the parts of "the birds and the bees."

So I have to cut the list short and make another post.  Like Harry Potter, Hunger Games and even Twilight have to cut their final chapter into two movies.  It's not because I wanted more attention (you think?!) but the post is too long already and I'm probably boring you.  So, off to the next page!

How I Survived Chinese School

It was 1986 while the Philippines was still singing the theme song for People's Power, my parents realized that having me ran around the entire day will only bring more scabs on my knees and nothing else.  So they have decided to enroll me to this good school that could probably give me the right education I need and be a productive citizen in the future - a Chinese School.

Me and my kababata Miss J

Hi! I have moved my blog here.  See you there!

Red Meat Diary

Warning:  If you are not a red meat fan, please stop reading.

Forgive me for being so inactive lately.  I haven't been much of an adventurer since I started this new journey which I still prefer to keep mum till something happens.

It has been 41 days since my last red meat gorging.  And I think, it has finally taking its toll on my well being. *sheepish grin*  and while I was scanning my phone for rubbish pics I found this!

Oh hello there my good friends...

Dear Oinky Bacon,

I miss your crispy personality.  I can't get enough of you.  I'd welcome you anytime of the day.  I miss the way your smell makes me dream of a sunny day while swinging under the shade.  I miss how your crunch marries the chargrilled taste of your good friend Beefy Patty.

Dear Beefy Patty,

As I've said, the experience is not perfect without you in the picture.  It is an empty gastronomical fulfillment.  It was like drinking coke zero or pepsi light without the zing.  Or eating low fat ice cream.  Subtitutes just don't make the cut.  It is not the real thing.

Good, good friends...when will our paths cross again?  

Until then, I will keep you on the pedestal of my wish-list.

This monstrous burger by the way, is from Davao.  Had the chance to sample it way back in March 2012.

Gino's Burger
Door 4 Yu Uy Tong Bldg.
Lapu Lapu Street
Corner Sobrecarey Street
Davao City 8000, Philippines
(Near Sta. Ana Parish / Between FabuLocks Salon and ARVP)
Telephone Number (082) 226 2659
Mobile Number: 0946 565 4636
Open: Monday to Saturday from 9AM to 8PM
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