First day high

Summer has come and passed, the thought of school never lasts. Well, school time has just started. Yeah, it’s different here; we start our classes at June. And first day just took place yesterday.

I thought I’m going to be late as I left the house around 7:30 in the morning and my class starts at 9.

Got there at school pretty early, around 8:45 and saw my classmate before. We talked for quite a bit and then my peers came one by one. We got in the room and probably fell asleep or our minds went floating to different places, as the professor is somewhat boring. The class is literature and it would have been much fun if the teacher is lively but it’s still too early to judge.

The next class was Constructive Accounting. The professor is quite young and seems like a good one. He specializes in auditing and tax, it’s his first time to teach Constructive Accounting so it might be a problem.

After that, we had our lunch to the usual place and went to the mall as soon as we finished our meal. We roam for quite a bit and my legs got stressed out early. We went to a videoke/karaoke room and they sung their hearts out. I really have a terrible voice so I participate just a little. We finished singing and went back to school for our last two classes.

Next on our schedule at 3 in the afternoon was Speech. The professor is funny and really good at speaking (duh). Well, I’m looking forward to the subject since I’m not really good at oral communication. He introduced himself and we all had our turns to do the same. Before I was called, he asked us if he could ask us personal questions, like boyfriend/girlfriend, virginity, etc. So, when it was my turn my friends teased me about the virginity thing. The prof got amused, asking how in the hell did she know (one of my closest friend) that I’m not a virgin anymore. But he leaved it at that. What’s wrong if I’m not a virgin? The other two was asked if they’re still a virgin, both said yes but that’s nothing to me.

Our last class went fast as the professor didn’t attend and we went home early.

So, that cap off a very long first day. Whew.

Me, my brother & basketball

Things we share in common: Name, School (he's back to school after a year of stoppage), Room, Computer, Shirts (even though he's on a chubbier side), Shoes and Sports. Basketball is one of them.

When we were young, pre-teen phase, we always play basketball. Be it in the garage or outside the streets. Thankfully, our coach before found our house and recruited us.

I remember vaguely the size of the opponents, Goliath. Poor little David, we end up mostly on the bench. If not, we'll play the last few seconds/minutes when their lead is blown up in the heavens.

We knew that our time would come. Just a little practice here. Just a little practice there. And then it came.

A few years later after warming the bench for quite some time, we ended up in a good position. We have a championship caliber team. Too bad, it's just in mosquito division. Players should be 11 years old or younger. The starting five is pretty set. We're both the starting guards.

Our first game was forgettable. We were beaten black and blue by Purok 8 (Purok is defined somewhat as a designated area here in our village. There are 11 Puroks overall. We're Purok 10, by the way). If I can remember correctly, when we were running down the court, one of their players muttered while sheepishly pushing me, "Get out of the way!". With my skinny frame, I just let it go.

Coach knew we had the potential to go all the way. We practiced during mornings. We learned how the 2-3 zone works and that's really something. Defense is far more important than offense that's what he told us. Well, it is. As you can get the ball rolling in the offense once you've settled in.

The next games we've won with ease. Then playoffs came. We cruised the first round and went to the Finals. Guess our opponent? You got it right, it's Purok 8. Well, our first and last game that year is pretty much the same. So, we lost. That's pretty much the closest we got to a championship up to now.

Oh well.

Before handing out the awards after a few days, our coach told my brother that he's going to be named the Mythical Five. Good for him. The awards night came, he even scored the games of the night while I was sitting at home playing Heroes of Might and Magic. It was late that's why I went to the court to check on him. The announcer called the Mythical Five one by one. His fourth call, "From Purok 10, Patrick…." I was there amidst the crowd. They doesn't know me. The one who pushed me the first game, even pointed out my brother, as they were in the court. But I went up the stage to get the medal and a much-needed boost of confidence.

It was good getting the recognition. It was ugly seeing my brother disappointed. While we were walking home, he's way ahead of me. When we got home, he remained quiet while my housemates tease him. I just laughed it off, as it's just a stupid medal.

Right now, it just became a running joke in our house. Especially to the two of us.

Well, basketball came to mind when I watched Glory Road awhile ago. I missed him when we're watching DVD together. I miss his quirky inquiries, unstoppable questions and every little bit of his silliness.

I hope he'll come back soon. Well, he will in a week.

Physical Appearance: Does it matter — not!

I don't know about you but for me, it's not really that important. Yeah, you might not believe me but appearance is just like a side dish on the table during dinner.

Those who know me will agree that what I'm saying is true. It's pretty evident with the girls I've been connected to. I'm not saying they are not beautiful. I'm saying that they are beautiful in their own right.

For example, in High School, I liked a girl who's twice my size. My arms are not even half of her thigh. That's not a shot to her, I'm just citing an example. Also, in HS, I had a crush on a girl who has a birth mark on her face, it didn't matter, she's intelligent anyway.

What prompt me to write this? Well, I just had a haircut done and it sucks. If you want to see, let me know. 😉 I actually don't have something to write, so I'll just leave you with a famous Confucius quote: "Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it."