I used to be a cool dude/naughty boy when i was in high-school, being scolded is not new for a kid like me. There are some instances that I am always referred as the bad boy of the school cause of my ideas and philosophical inclinations. Not to mention my antics that surely make a nerdy cry, cause there are times that I am bullying someone out of nothing. Because of this personality that I had, school rumbles and grudges are all around; teachers hate me too cause of my inquisitive questions about subjects regarding history, theology, literature and art classes. Those were the days. And as Christmas season is approaching, while I'm doing my daily routine in the comfort room, I remember this experience that suddenly shift my entire focus into reminiscing one of my most unforgettable moments in my High school life.
Being a cool guy somehow is a perk in a high school with so many rules and regulations that you must follow, and being an 'intellectual thug' way back then is somehow a status symbol in my school. I'm not bragging but I am one of those few who's playing in a band, an A student and a Bully. One time in my art and crafts subject, our teacher told us to create a lantern (parol) for the upcoming Christmas season as one of our midterm requirements. As A student, we must abide the teacher's rules in order to pass the subject. So my buddies and my classmates were as fast as lightning to bring their materials needed to make a parol, and as a cool dude, "nah i won't make that crap, its such a waste of time doing that shit, I'll just read a book instead!" that's my scenario. As my teacher noticed that I'm reading instead of making that crappy lantern, he grabbed my book instantly and even threatened me that he'll confiscate it. He ordered me to get out of the room and fix my materials and do the stuff. From shaving those bamboo sticks and tying the parts of it, I really feel the urge of not making it! So instead of assembling, I pretended that I'm doing the stuff when my teacher was doing his round. Days passed by and most of my classmates had their lanterns ready for submission, but me and my buddies doesn't have any. Back then, I don't want to have a flunk subject especially with a bullshit handicraft subject! So I've gathered my buddies and asked them if they are with me with this plan-- to steal those beautifully crafted lanterns around the church.
My buddies were actually nervous with my plan, and at exactly 8pm, were in the churchyard looking if someone is around. I know what your thinking, exactly! Were afraid to get caught and be humiliated in out town so were carefully planing each step. First, me and buddy 1 (to conceal his naughty identity) jumped at the wall beside the fountain wherein all sorts of lanterns were displayed. We carefully picked the lanterns that have resemblance with the ones were making in the school shop, so after choosing the right lanterns, we disappeared so quickly into the night.
We've passed the craft subject, and without any feeling of remorse, I am proud of my score - a prefect one! Thanks to that fucking lantern! But the next day, a shocking news tumbled upon our peaceful hearts when the parish priest announced that there were four lanterns missing! Shocks! me and my buddies were actually trembling and we actually don't know what to do. Friday came, and they announced the who were the lantern thieves, and exactly before mathematics (our first subject) starts, we were summoned in the guidance counselor room. That fucking scenario is humiliating, the teacher, nun sluts and that fucking bald priest with a stinky breath scolded us like there is no tomorrow! But as a fighter student, can't do anything but to stay calm and don't lose my spirit. The meeting ended up with conditions and at the degree of our "sin" they actually put us on probation, but luckily they didn't put anything bad on our records. Except for one fucking condition, the priest said "Mga hijo, hindi na namin kayo ie-expel o lalagyan ng bad records, for the spirit of Christmas. Sa isang kundisyon; kayo ang maglilinis ng buong simbahan sa loob ng iang linggo!" (boys we agreed not to expel and put everyone of you with bad records, for the spirit of Christmas. But you must follow our terms and conditions; you will clean the entire church for the whole week). That is fucking hell for me and my buddies! And after that meeting they actually blamed me for what happened, they didn't even talked to me when we were cleaning the church.
When the church caretaker told me to go to the church cellar, he asked me to wipe the dust on the wine bottles stored underground. So i Ran towards the cellar to finish the job, whe i opened that cellar door, WHOA! wines from Spain aged 76 and below were on the racks! And I asked my buddies to come over the cellar for that surprise that I had for them. I said to them that those wines are good and tastes great! Two of my buddies disagree to do what I'm thinking, TO DRINK THE WINE AND EAT THE HOST! Suddenly my closest buddy agreed and we started a party down the cellar. Oh yeah! those wines taste so very damn good! On the first two days, our two fellas were not doing the Happy Hours that we had, but on the third day, just like Christ, their spirits resurrected from being timid into naughty boys again! So all of us enjoyed the rest of the hell week they've given! Cause the wine cellar is huge, the space is unimaginable for a drunkard to see all of those wines, to be exact we've drank 30 bottles an 15 bags of host as the (pulutan) pica chips of our cellar party. We did that escapade from day two up to the last, five day feats ha ha! And to finish my reminiscing, there is a classic question hitherto unknown to the caretaker after noticing the bottles a month after, (bakit napakaraming bote ng mompo dito sa sa drum na ito?!) "why the hell there are so many wine bottles in this drum?" ha ha mister caretaker hope that you can read this, and it'll answer that question you posited seven years ago!
From Axle with love.... hahaha!
