Celebrating with a poet (and lying earlier in my brethren's school)

It’s really supposed to be on the 26^th but I think Prof. Anthony L. Tan wants to spend his actual birthday alone so he celebrated with a few (yes, very few) people the day before that. Luckily, I was among those few people and my good friend Ami was there as well (quoting her, "the groupies that we are"..haha!).

We ate nangka, we talked, we laughed, and we watched Anna Karenina starring the beautiful Sophie Marceau. Ahhh, yes. We love being with our Sir Tony. I’d like to think of him as my literary father (and Prof. Christine Godinez-Ortega as my mom...yep, that's where I got my Friendster surname!). Haha!

Here are some "quirky" pics of us which I got from Ami's site.

If only he's this young right now... *imagining*

Wala lang... Being a pedophile... Haha! (out of context)

Earlier today, I was surprisingly possessed by the spirit of a responsible big brother and decided to be the one to get the report cards of my two younger siblings. I didn’t know there was gonna be a meeting so when I got there, I was surprised that I was immediately “coerced” into being an Auditor for the Grade 5 PTA.

I tried to decline. I tried lying and said that I was busy, that I had a full load of subjects this semester (in reality, I only have 3 units), I even said that I’m swamped with thesis work, but to no avail. I was so close into saying that I’m the KASAMA president just so I could get my name off the PTA Officers list. In the end, I still was Auditor (a position I’ve never tried before…not that I’m a functional officer back when I was such a glutton over extra-curricular activities).

When I finally had in my hands the report cards, I felt kind of proud to find out that my sister was Top 9 in her class (Grade III). But when I decided to check on my brother’s (Grade V), I felt the disappointment that a parent must feel when they see two-digit numbers marked in red in their children’s grades. My brother had three grades of 75! One for Math and another for Sibika (not much of a surprise since my family has never been in good terms with numbers and memory works). His third red mark was in Filipino. Whaaaat??! Can you believe that?! Maybe it’s because Filipino is the language that we speak less at home (apparently we try to speak more English and Japanese). Yet there’s also a comforting news for my brother. His highest grade is Writing. And he has one of the neatest penmanship in his class. He is also hailed as the “most behaved and most organized” pupil – remarks that I have never ever received in my life.