I was supposed to post this yesterday but I had to ask for her permission. She’s like my blog’s automatic filter, you know. If she doesn’t like what I write, she’d call first thing in the morning and say, “Allen, take that article down! It’s too personal (or sometimes too political).”

So apparently, she was thrilled about the feature in my blog and said I could, only if I don’t reveal her age. Haha!

If you’ve been reading my blog for quite some time now, you’ll have known a little about her already since she had several cameo appearances to some of my articles. But now, let’s know why I call her one hell of a mom!

-So far, she’s the only woman I’ve met who drives a motorbike wearing a skirt. A pencil-cut skirt (she’s got the nerves!).

-She’s the only woman I’ve known who drinks water dipped with water color (haha!). Read full story HERE.

-She never told me children’s stories before. Instead, she told me the well-detailed journey of Magellan before going to bed. Maybe that’s what made me look like a nerd when I was a kid. LOL

-I never doubt that I’m her son. I got my addiction to coffee from her. I mean, she’s completely gaga over it. She’d have coffee in the morning, lunch, merienda and dinner (kaya nerbyosa eh).

-During my PTA meetings, she always arrived late or sometimes, doesn’t come at all. So I asked her once why she’s always late, then she’d say: “Syempre, para maganda ang entourage.”

-She’s so malandi (kidding mom!). She has a lot of suitors.

-Sa lahat ng parents sa barkada, she’s the most approachable. Whenever my friends come over to our house, she treats them like her friends too and even goofs around with them. Feeling bagets. Haha!

-Like my Lola, she loves to play mah-jong. haha!

-She’s a declamer/orator when she was a kid. That’s why she trained me to be one as well. Though sometimes, she gets disappointed with me because unlike her, I never got to the provincial level competitions. haha.

I think that’s enough. She might call me again and ask me to delete this if I put in too many information. LOL

I just had the urge to share this one.

My day doesn’t start with the same routine. I only got 3 days of school and 4 days of hibernation. You don’t really want to know what I do when I’m hibernating, right? So let’s take a look about my 3 days at school.

I usually get up at 7, though 30 minutes of it go to the snooze-the-alarm time. So I get up at 7:30, leave my bed unfixed (I’ll do it later) and make a cup of coffee. While sipping my favorite coffee, I check out what had happened on the internet overnight. The first thing I check out is Yahoo! News (you never know what kind of news you get with it). Then I open my Facebook account (I check out who bought my pets on Friends for Sale while I’m asleep). Then my Twitter account (I check out whether Miley Cyrus is up already) and lastly, my blog (just checking).

Then, when I think I’m nearly late for class, I prepare for school and curse like hell when I’m 15 minutes late and I’m still on the jeepney.

I walk again for another 15 minutes to the classroom and get surprised when I see that the professor isn’t in yet.

Then, the old hag, I mean, the professor comes, she (and sometimes he) checks for the attendance.

Rodriguez… present.

Totanes… present.

Valencia… present.

Yoo…

Yoo…wah…

Yoo..waaaaahh…rrrr….

Allen…. present.

It’s Yuarata, Maam. (Yooh-wah-rah-tah) I correct her.

If you don’t mind my asking, have you got any Japanese blood? She asks.

Not that I’m aware of. I answer blankly.

Since my first day in college, I became used to my incorporation with the “japanese blood” thing because of my family name. With another year down here, I think they won’t be able to cut it out until my graduation.

After class, I eat with my friends at the canteen (I usually eat monggo and galunggong. My all-time favorite) and chat with them to eternity (perhaps until we realize that we’re late for the next class).

Every Saturday (the most dreadful day of the week because of the majors and the hags, I mean professors), we go watch a movie after class. We make it to a point that we reward ourselves after that dreadful day and eventually go home so tired of laughing and goofing around.

I really like being so tired after doing something. That way I could get a very good sleep later.

Another friend of mine confessed that she’s been really fed up with the same things everyday. I understood her at once.

Did you ever felt this weird feeling when you realize that you’ve been doing the same things everyday? Little by little you start to realize that there’s something you haven’t got in your life but you don’t know what it is. Then you become restless and bored at the same time and eventually, you commit suicide. Kidding. Maybe that’s what my friend felt (except the suicide attempt). Boredom.

So I told her not to think about the things she doesn’t have. Think about the things she has now and be thankful and proud of it.

It’s best if you get a schedule like mine, you never know what happens everyday. I tell her. One day you’re tired, the next day you’re sound asleep. LOL