high school high

background music : i remember you by skid row

i heart UP Rural High School. this is one of the charms of coming from a small town. high school was a refuge for me as a teen. of course it did help that my school is the best in the region. we all pretty much ended up being well-adjusted and law-abiding adults.

the above picture is my senior homeroom, kalantas. our homeroom is detached from the rest of the other senior homerooms. our room was located at the back of the the canteen, right next to the hall of doom, the Aggie Shed.

we were a pretty tight bunch. despite most of us belonging to different cliques, we got along very well. our adviser, ms. bullecer, was the bomb. she arranged a very cool slumber-farewell party for the class. and we unslept in our homeroom pretty much bonding from dusk til dawn. we were really one big close-knit family.

of my "brothers" in kalantas, my favorite is rey val. he's that faggy looking dude sitting right next to our adviser. he is pretty much a mirror version of myself. talkative, opinionated, mercilessly funny,but a big softie. okay, he's funnier than i am. i can't pull his jokes in class. our geology teacher baptized him "Daldaquino" for his motormouth. rv is fondly called "plaps" by friends.

i lost touch with him in college because he's in the college of agricultural economics, and i was in the arts and sciences. every once in a while he will pop up and talk. but we mostly kept to our own little college lives. after college, i didn't see his much of him. his baby sister grace became my student, but that was pretty much it.

the last time i saw him was last year during my visit home.

zoom into 2007. i've been hunting him down because i know he's one of the most sensible people to talk to, because he knows me well and i know he would give me insights without crap. besides, i miss the humor of the dork. so lo and behold, with athenee's help, i got hold of his cell phone number and he got the surprise of his life.

and now, reconnected, we pretty much talk about our little lives, almost after 13 years. the dork is still funny. he's dating again which makes all of us happy.

he told me to tell you girls reading this blog that he is single, employed and available. you can email me so i can pimp him out. this is what he looks like now...




cheers plaps. you owe me a drink when i visit goodness knows when. but as we are both trying to be good adults, we will have to have coca-cola and chippy only. or anything without nicotine for me, and anything without alcohol for you.