It was his seventeenth year of life when he was exposed to the “real world”. He had to leave the oligarchy academy to go on with his education. It took him 45 minutes by bus to get there. It was strange for him to all this. He daydreamed as he rode those flying coffins. Looking at the cars that drove by, he felt a bit envious…. he said one day, he’ll get a red pick up truck with white rims on them and anchor down his motocross bike on to its flatbed. Of course he was still daydreaming. Eventually he became accustomed to the place, infact he felt a bit superior, one teacher even asked him what he was doing in that farm. She said he didn’t belong there and that he should go back to that oligarchy school. He was once caught whispering the answer to a question that his teacher asked to the class, and was aptly reprimanded for making his classmates sound smarter than he was. But that was when he could remember. Thinking back he actually appreciated getting out of that Olig. Academy to really know what his country was about. It helped him be very flexibe as to whoever he was relating to, whether it be a subordinate, co-employee, peon or a first lady of a country. That’s why he is the way he is. Till today!
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Hey, I remember those days very well. Once in a while I would bring you to school. I recall that the way to go there was through Balintawak monument, past an old pre-war subdivision. It brought back so many memories to me because that area was a beautiful place just before the war. Your Lolo had some patients who lived in that area and I used to go there with him every now and then.
I also recall that you had a principal whom I came to know and one incident that comes to mind vividly was his trying to make something that would secure his radio to his jeep. It seems that his former radio was burglarized and removed from his jeep and he told me that with what he was doing, no one would be able to remove that radio from his jeep. But after about two weeks, I saw him again and he told me that the radio was again stolen from his jeep. Do you remember his name? He was a nice guy...
Daddy
Dad His name was Mr, Managekod, he was strict!
That must have been quite the remarkable funny farm for it to have graduated the likes of someone hob-nobbing with the first lady and a certain "been poisoned and DESIRED..." who had been pictured with that first lady's husband...
and let's not forget the youngest of those olig-to funny farm transferees...the guitar man, didn't he also rub elbows with another first lady (with the shoes)
at one Bolipuetly concert?
maka-enroll na nga!
-Tylenol PM Tange (ubos na ang Lunesta)
education...the spaniards didn't want it for the natives, the americans thought it was the way to salvation and the teachers always welcomed the opportunity to sell to the highest bidder...just a thought on this post, nice pic btw
didn't your classmate or someone buy a bottle of ice cold coke for a teacher who got hit on the head ba or was dizzy? -- teacher thought it was for her to drink - na wow mali sya kasi nilagay sa ulo niya na parang yelo...tama ba ang naaalala ko?
Tama yun Mr. walking around wearing smocks and a stetuscope around his neck , looking like a real hmmmm...Her name was Miss Gulapa ans she had the groups divided in to two...the girls were called "Chicks" partol....that guy who bought her the softdrink was a certain Benjie who always wore Jovan perfume...
The funny farm had some good guys....like Dante
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