Kids, Freaky FX Drivers, and Jose.

Forgot to post this last night. Fell asleep. Meh.:

I didn't expect much from the outreach program we attended for Econ class this afternoon. But when we entered the room of 15 preschoolers I was overwhelmed by their cuteness. I wanted to hug them all the instant I saw them. hahaha I'll post the photos I took with my phone on my photoblog later tonight. We ran around, read them story books, played Ice Ice Water, played Ice Ice Water while carrying a kid on my back and having others hanging behind me. We read them books, played Open the Basket, Sasara ang bulaklak, blocks, etc. I chased them around since I wanted to hug them. And then they ran away from me. haha Fun. For most of the first half spent inside the classroom (the other outside the room in a basketball court) us PIsay students tried to pick the guys from the floor and stop them from wrestling each other.

Very adorable kids. And when it was time for us to leave (Dixi, Ayisse and I were the last ones to leave together with Kaye, who did construction work instead of playing with the kids) I hugged each of them and it's really cool how you get a genuine response when they hug back. I'll miss Marlo, that smart kid. He had his arms ready at once when I started giving out the hugs. He was also the one never let go of Dixi's arm at one point and rushed to Ayisse when it was time to play Open the Basket.

I know. My story telling is not very structured. Oh, and there's the typical hyperactive kid named Lucio who we were all fond of. Cute kid haha. (Oh, tell that to Dixi. She had to take 302.55847 photos of Lucio with my cellphone :D)

One of the smart kids, Trisha, looked like Jasmine Trias by the way.

And at one point, while chasing them around the basketball court, all the boys started taunting Dixi, yelling "Hindi ka babae" repeatedly at her.

Plus, Ayisse demonstrated her Star Talk powers and interviewed every kid in secret, asking them who their crushes are. Let's just say there's a love triangle between Tin-Tin, Lucio and Tricia. And Marlo, Tin-Tin and Lucio. And this kid Angelo kept on staring at a girl named Jessica.

Maybe we can go back there sometimes. Dixi and I live near the place anyway. About 10 minutes from the community.

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I could've headed home immediately after but I left some stuff in Pisay. After that, I finished compiling our Econ magazine. And then I left school at around 6:00p. It was pretty funny on the ride home. I rode an FX like I always do. I sat in front. The driver was funny and freaky (freakier due ot my semi-overactive imagination).

Let's just say he told me to lock the door first so he can choose who sits in front. I see the wisdom in this. He only let females sit infront. This is a precaution one can take in order to avoid hold-ups. And then it started getting freaky when the woman beside me got off at Sandigan Bayan. A man was trying to hail the vehicle so he could ride but the driver zoomed ahead, skipped the man and told me he didn't let the man (it was an old man for chrissakes) ride because "May kahati na ako ngayon pagkatabi ka." And then he laughed. And then I laughed a nervous laughed and said, "Nyak." And then I edged closer towards the passenger door.

I told my dad about it, adding it to a list of reasons why I'm better of driving my own car (not that I want a car, I don't really care much but its preferable and situations like this one just makes you want to have your own car). He said the man's just making light of things. My dad told me, "Imagine having to drive everyday, back and forth on the same route. Of course, he just wants a light, funny conversation or something." To this I answered, "Daddy. No. The man is psychotic. He is freaky. And crazy." And then my dad says, "Siyempre nakikipagbiruan lang yan. Nakiride on ka nalang dapat." And then I said, "Nakiride on nga but then he started muttering things to himself." Dad: "*laughs* Baka nga may tama yan. *laughs*"

When a bunch of girls got in, he told one of them, "Dito nalang yung isa sa harap... Para may katabi pa kong isang maganda." Freaky. Haha. But I knew he was just joking. There was no other seat for the last remaining girl anywya except in the front, beside me. Beside a very apathetic, disconnected-from-life looking me.

Actually, I find the whole incident funny. What's even funnier was that when the driver sprayed air freshner on the airconditioner, I held my breath, dunk my head in my paper bag, breathed, got my head out of the paper bag, and then held my breath in. It was all for fear of a sleep-inducing chemical in the spray thing. Actually, NOT. Then the driver would have to inhale whatever hypothetical sleep-inducing thing there is. I just tried doing that about thrice to see how silly it would feel and would be.

And if you are Raphael and you're reading this, don't rant on to me about how dangerous the situation could have been. I am fully aware of the dangers of commuting (no place is safe, even inside the comforts and "safety" of your home). So don't get paranoid and think of committing suicide or getting me a secret bodyguard.

I told you. Overactive imagination. haha But knowing you, dude, you might have thought some of that while reading this haha. (Raphael: Yes, this is a defense mech biatch :p --- That's all in good fun. No hard feelings.)

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After the whole funny incident I dropped by NBS to inquire about a book (I lost an issued school book. Boo.) And then headed to Starbucks to get a slice of Orange Poppyseed. And yes. Jose was there (I was assuming, actually haha). Dixi. I saw Jose. hahahaha (I think he has a thing for jazz music, by the way. You should've seen him swaying and nodding to the jazzy music with some weird african yodelling bits.)

Ah. Long blog.

I think I might start making layouts again. I have rediscovered the beauty of Getty Images.
But my photoshop is whack.