• When I was in second year, I felt all the high school-ness there. I made friends and and enemies. I remember , in the last day of school, our English teacher who never spoke in Tagalog, sang for us-- ERASERHEADS STYLE. At first, he refused to sing tagalog songs but later he just had to sing it.
    Too bad, because that cherishable memory eventually resulted to a bad one: he had to leave.

    That's all.