I just had a memory. I remember it was grade five or six. It was a memory of rain and the long bus ride home. I loved bus rides homes, except when I failed quizzes or tests. Long bus rides give you time to think about life and the quintessential passing of time. Traffic was so bad sometimes, it would take 3 to four hours to get home, especially along Edsa road which is the main roadway from my former school in Mandaluyong City towards home in Makati. Memories of me and Snap annoying the rest of the people on the bus because we would sing all the dragon ball and dragon ball z songs. If you contemplate life long enough, you realize that you should always hold onto a good memory, a thought from the 
past, because it is always alive. I can never understand how people take time and life for granted. Ya, there are bad memories as well, but you usually assign so much value to the good ones that sometimes, just for the sake those ones, the bad ones just become an afterthought. If anyone is wondering, the picture on the top left is my school gym. It looks like a flying saucer right? LOL, yeah, well before they put that red track, I remember it used to be mostly all sand. I have so many memories from that place, as I'm sure all of you reading this have memories from the schools you're from. This is where I went to elementary and high school starting at grade two. Before that, I studied in the U.S. for two years. So my first language is English. Let me just say that transferring halfway across the world to study can be quite stressful and traumatizing. Right now, I don't regret it for the world. It's funny; It's like I have two
cultures inside of me and I can easily switch between each one when I feel like it. The next pic was one of previous high school reunions which I missed, "dang it!" as my friend Eric would say. Those guys are my former classmates during various years and best friends. It's an awesome school in so many respects and the origin of so many nostalgic thoughts. The only sad thing about being a guy going to this school was that it wasn't co-ed, meaning no girls, just a bunch of testosterone filled guys. There were always rumors that they would integrate sooner or later, but to no avail. Sometimes, since Catholicism in the Philippines tends to get wrapped up in politics, we were sometimes roped into rally or two against a presidential policy or political agenda from time to time. Fun times, we would stand right outside the school and they were like "Alright kids, make as much noise as yo
u can and yell no to the charter change" (constitutional change) and then the t.v. news people would come and we would all try to get videoed to say that we were on t.v. If there was a social or political topic that needed to be addressed, the brothers who ran our school would wear black to make a point.Do you know there is a green river in the Philippines? Sometimes it's brown, but it changes colors depending on weather conditions. Do you want to know why we have a different colored river. Well, some things better remain a secret. Ok, that was random. Anyway, back to memories. Did I mention that there were no girls at my school. Many of us like to say that it was an injustice against us since we never learned how to deal with such situations regarding the opposite gender properly and so we suffered for it. They had these events, like once a year were we would go to a girls school for a day to learn how to "interact" with them. It didn't do a thing for many of us. But then again, we tend
not to take these things for granted. I loved going to La Salle Green Hills because I learned so much about my culture, my history, that it has become a part of who I am today. I am a better person because of the people I've met and teachers who've taught me. They have made a difference in my life and I have a personal few who really had an impact. And so for the memories, I would like to make a toast dear Lasallistas. Let us carry the memories and what we've learned with us always, in this life, and
the next. God bless.
