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decided to do the first of, hopefully, a series of blog posts on confessions after getting inspired by a radio program i regularly listen to (cj & sarah – the 6 to 9 show) on my fave station magic 89.9 (the best!). they have this segment wherein listeners can call in, or text in, their confessions anonymously. told myself i had to do it. not that i have many things to confess, but i’d much rather write it here that divulge it on air it has proven to be quite a hit, with callers divulging secret desires, sins, fantasies, etc. some are credible, some obviously fake and others outright weird.
i decided to do it a bit differently though, categorizing the confessions according to several segments of my life. thought i would start with my years in college at la salle. here goes:
- one of our favorite tambayans (hangouts) at DLSU was the end of the hall at velasco building (engineering building) where the fire stairs are. it’s breezy and quiet. just the right place for chitchat. one day we mischievously joked on stealing the unsecured (at the time) fire extinguishers just for fun. and we did. well, they did, i chickened out (sissy!). my friend aris took three extinguishers home in his big tennis bag, one at a time.
- the library has always been the best place to sleep, it was cold and quiet. but you’d have to be early to reserve a good spot. single desks next to bookshelves in the farthest corners were the choicest posts and i would arrive very early to place a open book, a pen and some paper on it to signify that it was taken. i’d arrive later, casually put my head down on the book and take a nap. when a librarian or prefect came over to wake me up, this was the drill: after being tapped on the shoulders, i’d slowly raise my head and make a sign of the cross as if in prayer. result? they’d apologetically say, “oh, i’m sorry to disturb your prayer, i thought you were sleeping. carry on”. ha ha, fooled ya! they later caught on and this modus operandi had to be ditched. bwisit!
- it was tedious transferring from one building to the another during our time. there were no walkways or building connections yet. one easy way to go from the velasco to the main building was through the football pitch which was totally dark at night. but we made it fun crossing that field. we would smoke pot along the way and even stop in the middle to finish the joint. ha ha. nobody could have seen us in the dark. needless to say, we would arrive at our destination stoned and miss class altogether. that dark field was also known as make-out point and one some nights we would be lucky enough to chance upon students fulfilling their requirements in anatomy! ha ha ha!
- on one occasion we heard rumors of leaked copies of exam questionnaires for sale. turned out to be true, hustled by enterprising employees of the school’s central copy/printing center. naturally, we bought it, and that was probably the best exam result i had since high school. we tried to look for other leakages on subsequent trimesters but were unsuccessful.
- this had to be the most profitable hustles to do in college: dropping classes. after paying for your course in full at the beginning of the semester, students are given a certain period to drop subjects because of conflicting schedules, wrong registration, etc. i always avail of this option. why? instant refund. poor mom and dad, they never knew. i’m sorry.
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