Saturday, July 29, 2006


These are my most vivid memories about the following people:
The first time I met Betch, she had the cords of her earphone tied around her neck, ready to hang herself. The second time I met her, she was wearing a green shirt, green retainers, and green earrings. I was her complement; I had green pants and a green jacket on with a green bag hanging from my arm. We're soulmates, Betch and I. Really. Maybe we got separated at birth, anyway, people say we look alike. Raise eyebrows. Or maybe we were lovers about three hundred years ago. Romeo and Juliet? Tristan and Isolde? Betch, you be the dam guy.
The first time Mary entered my consciousness, she was wearing a pair of tan, paint-besplattered pants with this pomelo pink shirt on. My senses were assaulted. She beat my outfit of green abubot-covered punk pants and black shirt.
I was running late for Psych 1. I crossed Taft and lo, there was Andrea. She said she liked my black OFW jacket. Yes, I call it my OFW jacket. Parang pang-Saudi! Anyway, I decided not to go to class since I hate the rambling teacher. Andrea went along with my evil plan, and we ended up sitting together in the library. I was trying to read some Caviteno's book (I don't remember whose), but of course i have to strike up a convo lest Andrea assume I'm, erm, anti-social. We discovered that we mutually dislike the same people! Dissing here, dissing there, diss was all over the library floor.
We were eating at Sushaya. I was teaching Betch the art of sneering. Betch was pathetic at it, but I was trying to be patient. I glanced at Mishee, accidentally taken away from my responsibilities, and lo, she had this rapt look on her face, trying to sneer too. Hahahahaha! I wish I got the face on cam. She was even more pitiful-looking than Betch. I really have to teach those two. You know, Mishee, for these stalker frat guys and Betch, for these super-kulit frat guys and heads from Hell.
The first time I noticed Paul (fourth grade), he was trying to walk through the wall of our classroom. The door was about five inches from his right.
Manoy told me: pag gusto may paraan, pag ayaw may dahilan. This has been my so-far-infallible mantra. Indelible too.
Geronimo was blowing his nose. I saw wet, gray snot oozing under the tissue clamped to his nose. I asked him, " bakit tumutulo yang sipon mo eh may tissue ka na?"
"Pang-takip lang kasi yung tissue."


Anonymous mary said...

hahahahaha.. ang gross talaga ni nong! aaww lizeth.. the first time i saw betch nd you, i knew too that you were soulmates.. nd magkamukha kau!!! :P i remember pumunta agad kau sa isang music store then you want to create a band.. hahaha..

12:40 PM  
Blogger lizette said...

betch wanted to become the groupie! after she passes her course in BA Sneering, perchance she may want to learn guitar. =)

6:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Keep up the good work » » »

9:37 PM  

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