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Donut Fries
Donut french fries with raspberry jelly and Bavarian cream dipping sauce.
(via flickr)
~ Looks yummmmyyyy! :-p
Dead Poets Society, 1989 (dir. Peter Weir)
~Reminds me of my Highschool English Class. *nostalgic all-over*
(via lastwednesday)
ate, mama, and myself are in a tricycle station. waiting? the scene abruptly moves to our house. i use the computer, as if searching for something over google. we arrive at the tricycle station again. there, dana dela cruz awaits us inside the tricyle much bigger than the usual ones we know of. an unknown man wants to take the ride with us. dana tells him that we are going to school and he can’t ride with us. we correct dana by telling her that we aren’t going to school but we are going to david’s salon. i ask ate what her shift for the day is. she tells me her shift ends at 10 a.m. i walk down with ate on a staircase that seems endless. mama is walking a few steps behind us. someone spits down a bubblegum and it sticks to her hair. i tell her. she grows furious at me because she thinks that i am trying to joke around. she strokes her hair and she finally believes. we try to take it out of her hair. i check with mama if our passports are with her. we meet lizzie and spam in the open area. we fall in line. we have a flight to catch at 11 a.m. ate chooses to go with us than go to her office. i jump for joy, giddy and all, because i realize we are going to bangkok, thailand. 3 plane tickets for $100. we (ate and i) tell mama that the two of us will pay for it. i say “im going to enjoy bangkok this time”. ate says she wants us to check out the street food.
i am in a house which resembles that of my auntie’s in zambales. i am further convinced that it is my auntie’s house upon seeing familiar pieces of furniture. however, toni, a college classmate from batch 103/104, comes out of the bedroom. then, i realize it’s not my auntie’s house and it is toni’s. (this is weird because i was never really able to talk to her in school.. see, i don’t even know her last name). apparently, we are in her house for a cooking project or a requirement in school. i feel so hungry that i open the fridge and get something for me to eat. the fridge is so full — i almost got hit when the tupperwares jumped off the shelf. then, toni tells me to start cooking for lunch. (lunch, eh? i thought we were there for a project). there are other people in the house, i assume they are my classmates but i pay them no attention. i catch a glimpse of jon. i don’t know why he is there. (i can’t remember if we talked or not; all i know is that he was present).
we are in a classroom, of which i believe is post-graduate school. pia de jesus sits right next to me. i hug her upon seeing her. i realize jon albaniel is in the same class. the teacher comes in, she is my gradeschool teacher, ms. lorie de vera. she walks out of the room after playing the video tape. the video plays in the background. i take down the assignments on to my notebook and they seem too many – stresses me out. i fall asleep. apparently everyone else falls asleep. the classroom turns out as a campsite, we are all in sleeping bags, lying down. i text jon about the homework and i fall asleep again. i wake up with a missed call from jon. i feel sorry for not having answered his call. on the contrary, i receive a text message from renz leyco regarding the answers to the homework. i copy them to my notebook. i start talking to jon on how i am good at cooking and how much a good wife i could be because i can cook for him everyday.
My test post.
