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i'm listening to a kid whimper and cry as he bangs desperately at their door. i thought i was dreaming, when i unfortunately realized that i wasn't. so, i've been up for the past 5minutes, and i have no idea as to how long that kid has been out there. gawd: i suppose this is the way stupid parents 'discipline' their kids?! haller...calling on the local parent control/ bantay bata 163... if ANYTHING happens to the kid, they're going to be held liable... plus, if they think sending the kid out would help 'calm down' the kid, that's just plain dumb.
everyone, not just the 'couples', should receive good parenting training... yes, yes, EVERYONE. god knows even single people can be easily fertilized and reproduce. anyway, back to the topic: unless would-be parents are confident to step into and follow how their parents' ways, then that's another story.
back to our neighbor/ kid... he's still crying, but at least he''s not banging the door anymore. *tsk* as much as i want to help him out, it's just not my place... poor kid. hopefully, his parents can make up for this by financing their kids' therapy.
stupid parents. let me go to sleep.
a few days ago, i ran into a fellow manresan and half-baked assumptionist, trinna alcantara. after a brief exchange of formalities, she excitedly relayed the news that indeed, it has already been 10 years since we left the school-run-by-brown-nuns manresa... this train of thought inevitably led to the revelation that yes, apparently, someone has hatched a plan and organized a 1998 batch reunion.
*twilight... zone mode* i suddenly remember vividly hearing over the speakers at auditorium: "congratulations to the 101... graduates." i was almost sure i would hear dalmatians. :) anyway, i don't suppose that the person/group organizing the 'reunion' is expecting a big number of people to turn up though: what with the venue of choice. tavern asia has just been up and running for just a little over a month at the most... it's located within the confines of bf and from what i know, is also run by manresa graduates, particularly, batchmates of my younger sister. and the food? ho-humm from what i heard. *sigh* or maybe that's just me being fickle minded and picky... i guess it's nicer to book a small place with a sudden unexpected turn out than to book a grand one with only crickets in attendance.
as much as i want to go and rekindle old flames, reminisce about the good ol' days and hope to see that people do grow up, i can't help but be tied down to *ladida: insert stupid excuse here* aargh! pity... how many 10 year HS reunions will one get to have in a lifetime anyway? *sigh*
let's see how everything turns out on the 29th... i hope i get to hear good reviews... juicy chismis to make up *blurbidoo: insert stupid excuse here again* that ties me down, at least. but if i find out that **** is going to be there, that WOULD be enough reason to have me scuttle my butt quickly to the venue! :D
just checked my account and i got extra money!!! *woot!* hopefully, this will be my last christmas bonus from the school. :) also just got to flip through the newspaper and found out that there's a scholastic book sale going on in both makati and pasay...
i sure hope there would be some overlooked good finds since i already am running late... darn it! i didn't get to sniff it out earlier! *double darn!* eitherway, this is it: I'M BURNING ALL MY MONEY ON BOOKS!!! ;D
after a decade, i went back as a 'resource speaker' to 'enlighten' this AY's batch of juniors for their career oreintation. i have no complaints about the crowd: they were pretty good listeners... but god knows how much i wondered and pondered on the word 'desensitization' while i was listening to both the students, teachers and counselors speak outside the auditorium, prior to my talk... they obviously got so used to the way people around them spoke (home or school, it really doesn't matter much), they all practiced bad grammar without any one of them calling out on each other; seriously: i would have welcomed ANY ONE who would raise a knowing eyebrow and laugh/ giggle at a grammatical error, or mispronunciation. i know the difference when people let bad grammar/ mispronunciations slide, and when people really couldn't tell the difference at all. it was really just sad to listen to them naturally shifting from the vernacular to english: it was 'carabao- english' in the divine spotlight. *yikes*shudder*scree* i'd like to believe that we 'old graduates' got all the good stuff: i guess all the good teachers eventually looked for greener pastures when our batch left...
manresa is expanding, growing and building more and more structures; they have maintained a good reputation on nurturing the catholic faith
(as it IS still run by nuns) and have even proven their traditional way of educating children effective as MOST (note that it's still not all) students who leave the boundary and walls of the school manage to do well beyond it. research (remember the pesky objectives?!) is apparently good training for what college may bring for the manresan graduate... but GOD ALMIGHTY, PLEASE: they need all the help they can get in the languages area. yeah yeah: some may beg to disagree... but seriously? everything starts with a good foundation, with the proper and consistent training. if they keep up with the bad grammar and poor communication skills, manresans might start denying they ARE manresans... and i am seriously starting to consider just that. ;p i suddenly wouldn't mind if they started speaking like the kids on the new 90210, one tree hill, or even gossip girl series... aargh!
no wonder my younger sibs speak funny. *groan*
