beingbeaple

Monday mornings at our school are always started with a flag raising ceremony. The Student
Coordinating Council assigns different emcees for each ceremony, so it’s rare to see the
same people hosting the day’s show for consecutive weeks. However, there is one thing that
seldom changes - Kong Huanians don’t really deviate from the norm.

Every week, the emcees usually ask each other how their respective weekends went. The most
common answer is, "It was fine. How was yours?" And after they answer each other, they pick
on the students in the audience - probably out of revenge for being assigned as emcees - to
answer the same question.

If anyone would care to ask me how MY weekend went, I would say it went fantastically,
thank you very much. It was the Feast of the Sto. Niño so a lot of places in the
Philippines were celebrating. We went to Balingasag, where we attended mass (in standing
positiong cause there was barely sitting room) and got trapped in a traffic jam (honestly,
THAT was something right out of the movies). We then went to my aunt’s house in Bayabas -
where, apparently, some poor ole nutters who were probably so hungry they went out of their
senses stole two kilos of the lechon and smuggled the package out of the house - and then to
my uncle’s house in Bayabas still - where we found my uncle half-drunk and singing to his
baby - and then to my second-degree cousin’s house - where we had a little family reunion
Boholano-style.

But the clincher was the night we spent partying in the Borres residence. I never expected
it to be much fun cause it was sort of a Despedida for Uncle Harry, who is leaving for
Taiwan to work as an Asst. Welfare Officer. So there I was, lugging along a heap of old
Seventeen copies that I found in my cousin’s room, when I suddenly felt compelled to sing
something, anything in the WOW magic sing. (Maybe it was all that self-empowerment talk in
the mags…) So there I was singing, and by my second song (Can’t Take My Eyes Off You)
the people from my mom’s office were dancing. And then the raucous dancing and singing
just continued for hours until we were all wilted, tired and sweaty.

It was fun!The whole weekend was great!

If only my stomach didn’t quell under the threat of too much food!

Poof!

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