Indeed, being a bum at home makes you do a lot just to deal with boredom, haha! I went back to my old stuff to unclutter some space. And here goes, a dose of HS crap. I usually keep things for some reason - might be memorable, might be something I like doing and the like. First pic on the left is a page in my notebook way back our student government in Silang (participated by a number of studs from different high schools in the municipality). I was elected as the councilor with 2nd most number of votes. So here, in between sessions, or even during sessions, we chat on the notebook. Literally using a notebook, not one with an LCD monitor, haha! See for yourself, right there on the left. I'm not sure but I recall that Dianne Cunanan was writing in this page with me, haha!
Another one is this piece of paper that is trying hard to look like an old piece of paper with burnt sides. I am fond doing this. This paper originally is a neat piece of coupon bond. Guess what I did to it? Haha! I painted it might coffee dissolved in water. Made different strokes on the paper. Painted some parts thicker to achieve that not-flat effect. Then with Katol, I burn plus blew the sides. Bwalah! There it is! I used this in almost all of my projects. Caffeine and katol, what a freak I am! Or should I say, freaking addict! Haha!
Last stop! Here is a note left to me when one of my Math teachers needed to take a time off and me substituting for her. I almost forgot doing this. Haha! I hated teaching, a lot! I find it hard to tell what it is on my mind. Well, maybe at least in front of a class. Good for me, math back in HS was pretty straight forward, not like now, when I get to flunk a lot, hahaha!
A really has changed since HS. I just eavesdropped on my mom talking to somebody. I heard her say that way back, she didn't have any problem on my acads, and now that it should had end, shit happened. She was telling me that everything is okay and all, but actually, I know, it really isn't okay. No more of that top student teaching in front of his classmates. No more of that student known by students across town. Nothing similar. Even my passion for art was lost. No more interest in drawing and painting. All that gone to somewhere. Somewhere I wished I still know.