LegaXpy
Posted by over_the_EdGE at 08:58 PM on February 5, 2006.
It's hard to leave a Legaxy.
Actually, last Saturday it was all too easy. The first day of the fair that was known as LegaXy was quite boring. There were too many people but not enough to do.
I woke up really late, and it took most of my energy to haul myself off the bed, into the shower and in the car. I arrived in Xavier to a largely subdued fair.
My first task for the day was to get wet at 2E's booth. I thought it would be fun, but it was not to be. I joined Alem, Fides and Barbs in the cage and waited for the first lob of the balloon. As the first balloon was thrown, I wrangled Barbs into position to take the blow.
Unfortunately, she struggled and she bumped her head on one of the parts of the cage. I felt really bad about it and with that I was left alone in the cage.
Well, it wasn't long before some of my students started arriving and hurling their ammo towards me. It was sort of fun, but not really. Things got a bit out of hand when they were tossing the balloons toward the bags and almost got my bag, which had my phone it it.
With that I jumped ship and went over to the House that Hoofy Built.
I cannot be anymore very eloquent at this point, but it was FUN! F-U-N, FUN!
I actually hated my Saturday at the fair, maybe because a certain someone was moody. Ayun, pati ako nahawa.
I was going to the Variety Show, but everyone else started bailing out and I didn't exactly want to hang out with students who were awkwardly trying to impress or trying to talk to girls. It was too...high school.
Wow, Master and Commander of the Near Side of the Obvious am I not? But anyway, it wasn't worth it.
So I checked if Alexei and Vegs were available and we met up at Greenhills for dinner (at the overpriced Burgoo) and coffee (at where else? Kohi Kan).
We ended up catching up on news; we hadn't seen in other in months. Taht quickly gave way to our usual conversation topics: tech and video games.
I once again burnt my lungs to ashen bits and called it a night after midnight. I had first shift at the fair in the morning.
I dragged myself home and onto bed and had an even harder time getting up in the morning.
My shift was uneventful. I was assigned to the "Dinosaur" ride. Actually it was a bunch of anatomically incorrect rainbow colored lizards. I wondered if it would have been better if they called it "Butiki" the ride. Would more children have ridden? Maybe it would have attracted a more mature crowd. Especially if the tail can be cut off and wriggle or something.
I stumbled upon Rex Soriano, my friend and older brother of my student, with his girlfriend Carol/Karol. We filled in each other on updates over lunch at Heaven's BBQ at Madison Square. We headed separate ways after lunch and I crashed in the Faculty lounge and waited for my "shift" at the 3C booth.
On my out of the workroom, I found out that Wynda was also going there so we went together. There we found a very wet Mr. Tabayoyong and an equally moist Mr. Ferraz. We joined in on the fun, with Dan dumping a pail of water on an unsuspecting Wynda and Kirby did the same thing to me.
What ensued was nearly two hours of moist mayhem. That's the understatement of the year. Obviously we were not just moist, we were drenched to the bone. Mayhem is too weak a word to describe the craziness that went in there.
TJ joined in on the "fun" and got most of the balloons. Thankfully he's worse than the boys. He'd actually scoop the muddy water on the floor into pails and dumped them over students. I never stooped that low....well not until Benedict hit me smack on the face at close range with a water balloon.
I immediately dug into his pail and proceeded to pelt him with his own ammunition. He ran off when I scooped up muddy water into my pail. But he got what was coming to him when he eventually joined us in the arena.
I had intended to stay only until 1pm on Sunday, but thanks to 3C I ended up overstaying. I was loads (and a bucket or two) of fun and the only time I sort of felt bad in their booth was when there was this little girl who creepily demanded to smack me in the face with a balloon. She made us even line up so that she could "choose" who she wanted to hit.
Scary.
I felt so cheap.
Like a piece of meat.
Apparently Hoofy's LegaXy was not really a "house" but rather a "casa"....
Actually, last Saturday it was all too easy. The first day of the fair that was known as LegaXy was quite boring. There were too many people but not enough to do.
I woke up really late, and it took most of my energy to haul myself off the bed, into the shower and in the car. I arrived in Xavier to a largely subdued fair.
My first task for the day was to get wet at 2E's booth. I thought it would be fun, but it was not to be. I joined Alem, Fides and Barbs in the cage and waited for the first lob of the balloon. As the first balloon was thrown, I wrangled Barbs into position to take the blow.
Unfortunately, she struggled and she bumped her head on one of the parts of the cage. I felt really bad about it and with that I was left alone in the cage.
Well, it wasn't long before some of my students started arriving and hurling their ammo towards me. It was sort of fun, but not really. Things got a bit out of hand when they were tossing the balloons toward the bags and almost got my bag, which had my phone it it.
With that I jumped ship and went over to the House that Hoofy Built.
I cannot be anymore very eloquent at this point, but it was FUN! F-U-N, FUN!
I actually hated my Saturday at the fair, maybe because a certain someone was moody. Ayun, pati ako nahawa.
I was going to the Variety Show, but everyone else started bailing out and I didn't exactly want to hang out with students who were awkwardly trying to impress or trying to talk to girls. It was too...high school.
Wow, Master and Commander of the Near Side of the Obvious am I not? But anyway, it wasn't worth it.
So I checked if Alexei and Vegs were available and we met up at Greenhills for dinner (at the overpriced Burgoo) and coffee (at where else? Kohi Kan).
We ended up catching up on news; we hadn't seen in other in months. Taht quickly gave way to our usual conversation topics: tech and video games.
I once again burnt my lungs to ashen bits and called it a night after midnight. I had first shift at the fair in the morning.
I dragged myself home and onto bed and had an even harder time getting up in the morning.
My shift was uneventful. I was assigned to the "Dinosaur" ride. Actually it was a bunch of anatomically incorrect rainbow colored lizards. I wondered if it would have been better if they called it "Butiki" the ride. Would more children have ridden? Maybe it would have attracted a more mature crowd. Especially if the tail can be cut off and wriggle or something.
I stumbled upon Rex Soriano, my friend and older brother of my student, with his girlfriend Carol/Karol. We filled in each other on updates over lunch at Heaven's BBQ at Madison Square. We headed separate ways after lunch and I crashed in the Faculty lounge and waited for my "shift" at the 3C booth.
On my out of the workroom, I found out that Wynda was also going there so we went together. There we found a very wet Mr. Tabayoyong and an equally moist Mr. Ferraz. We joined in on the fun, with Dan dumping a pail of water on an unsuspecting Wynda and Kirby did the same thing to me.
What ensued was nearly two hours of moist mayhem. That's the understatement of the year. Obviously we were not just moist, we were drenched to the bone. Mayhem is too weak a word to describe the craziness that went in there.
TJ joined in on the "fun" and got most of the balloons. Thankfully he's worse than the boys. He'd actually scoop the muddy water on the floor into pails and dumped them over students. I never stooped that low....well not until Benedict hit me smack on the face at close range with a water balloon.
I immediately dug into his pail and proceeded to pelt him with his own ammunition. He ran off when I scooped up muddy water into my pail. But he got what was coming to him when he eventually joined us in the arena.
I had intended to stay only until 1pm on Sunday, but thanks to 3C I ended up overstaying. I was loads (and a bucket or two) of fun and the only time I sort of felt bad in their booth was when there was this little girl who creepily demanded to smack me in the face with a balloon. She made us even line up so that she could "choose" who she wanted to hit.
Scary.
I felt so cheap.
Like a piece of meat.
Apparently Hoofy's LegaXy was not really a "house" but rather a "casa"....