I never imagined before that I could go away with the young-in-heart faculty and would enjoy it. All of the outings I joined are memorable. But it is only few among such that I really got Pleasure from. Take note of the capitalization.

I was unprepared. I cracked me gatecrashing in their party. But I’m not serious on it. It was just a fun of irking Ms. Joyce constantly. Later, she was pulling me. Mostly in pairs, the crowd was thirteen in number. To counter the wretched number I became their instant charm – the instant patron of good and peaceful voyage.

I geared up quick after the batch party. No! It was my mother who packed things for me when I sent her the notice on SMS as we’re bound to Plaridel, Bulacan. My paraphernalia was ready for pickup.

So we drove to our place, one town before our destination. So, it was the CS faculty who first located my address before any of my kabarkada and friends. Sigh. I can be tracked now!

So after half of an hour travel, we arrived at Mr. TJ’s place. Those with stomach half-filled by batch party went for midnight dinner. Some plunged to the swimming pool at once.

Barbeque was delicious so I fed my body before chilling it down around two o’clock in the early morning. I sang videoke with them. The scores of my initial solo performances ranged from 30 to 50. Bad. So I decided to dunk in the swimming pool at two o’clock in the morning.

My underwater voice rehearsal was over. After I flunked in my recital, I crooned a song that gave me the group’s first 100. Well, that’s what we call the trial-and-error process.

I still had energy to play with the cats. I never had fun before with the purr-y pets but I can’t help. They’re so beautiful. I heard also different barks. Although, I decided to play with the dogs on sunrise.

We slept 5 o’clock in the morning after some group acts and failures dethroning me on the videoke seat. I slept in the comfortable rocking chair with others on the mattresses. The air-conditioned rooms provided were freezing that made us settled to the living room. What a big happy family!

At nine, we woke up and ate our breakfast. Then we strolled and took a couple of wow’s and oohh’s at the architecture and greenery we missed when we first arrived at night. The compound is a complete tourist destination. They got zoo, tree and modern houses, and of course, everyone enjoyed the golf course. We tried some strokes and liked every projectile motion we demonstrated. No wonder, there will be a CS delegation in golf in December.

At twelve, we ate merienda. Chit-chat afterwards where I missed some of the talks on me and on my batch as I rested under the tree. ‘Doon ka muna, pinag-uusapan namin kung paano pahihirapan ang batch ninyo’ (Stay there. We’re discussing our plan to torture your batch.) I took the remark as a compliment.

Two hours later, we prepared and ate our lunch. We swam and the videoke challenge continued. I also enjoyed sprinting and barking with pulchritudinous dogs of several breeds. Arf! Arf!

The sun was setting and I still reign supreme in videoke. Was MagicSing malfunctioning? The genuine singers were depressed. Ms. Loraine picked my song I sang last night. She scored zero. Right after, Ms. Riza selected the same song, and she scored 60. All were dishearten.

‘Hmmm, the score is also in mode 6!’. They were starting to provoke my superb piece be heard once again. Mode 6 is random.

‘You want a proof of concept, huh?’ I took the challenge to sing the ‘Muntik na Kitang Minahal’ and to achieve the perfect score again.

Talking about hidden talent, or let’s say talent-to-be-hidden, I got 100. ‘Ooops, I did it again! Mark this day for I shall release my carrier single very soon!’. I was a certified excellent singer! Hihihi. Even I know it’s only a courage and not a skill, I was loving to sing to my CS faculty audience. It was the same group of spectators to whom I first sang a videoke ever last Christmas. They were really lucky to have me as their guest. Hihihi.

At eight in the evening, we stuffed our things back to our bags again. Everyone was suffering the last song syndrome. I asked to be dispatched where I can five-minute travel with a jeepney to home. I waved goodbye and thanked them for such memorable getaway before they headed to UP Diliman. I thanked them for the applause too. Hihihi.

More than the discovery of C3, the accidentally formulated iced tea, I re-discover my teacher’s personalities off work. More than the egg hunt, I had a best time to find out how instructors are have their fun.

Ms. Joyce stayed as my ka-kulitan. She walked out everytime I sing. She took antacids in exchange of sinigang sa sampalok. She wanted a Persian cat from Mr. Harvey. She wore pink again, her color of the year.

Ms. Riza, as always, ayaw paawat. In the department, she won’t stop computing. In our getaway, she didn’t pause singing even she came from illness. Still, she stretched her voice very well. Anyways, she was the front act of the main performer. Hihihi.

Ms. Loraine and Ms. Florence, who also both brought their papas with them like the former two, never failed to capture their tender moments. They were simply a ‘click’! By the way, Ms. Loraine is there a plan for DCSF to start short courses on music. And Ms. Florence, i’ll just wait for the Wazzup Issue particulary the blind item on two SA’s. Hi, Amy!

I witnessed Mr. JP’s childlikeness. His sense of humor kept rolling. Although it was prohibited that time, he still worked on vacation.

Ms. Susan played basketball and golf. Sayang! Mr. Cedric wasn’t around. One time ma’am, i’ll bring Lechong Manok ni Sr. Pedro.

We’re inviting Sir Ronnie to sing videoke but he told us he was shy. Or does he want a larger crowd? According to his co-faculty members, the outing benefited him to sleep more than the usual five-hour nap.

Of course, our host, Mr. TJ… I was bullying him to take the next turn in videoke. Wehehe I never succeeded. He remained as the quiet guy. Although he talked less, with all the images I’ve seen, he left me a good impression. My highest respect goes to the people who love animals, who love their pets. You know what I mean… the meekness to co-exist… ‘ang magmahal sa hayop, ‘hayop’ kung magmahal’. I mean hayop = hanep!

And more than anyone else, I discovered myself. Move over Christian Bautista!