Peace, CDC!

It was the first Friday of the month yet again and being students of a Catholic School, that also meant that everyone was to attend the First Friday Mass.


As we were getting ready to head towards the School Chapel, Ongson and I suddenly felt the need to bring a pad of paper just in case we, well, you know, want to be distracted.
We didn't have one ready so we politely asked our classmate CDC if we could borrow hers.

CDC: Sure.

Big mistake.



Now armed with our pad and pens, we went to the Chapel and sat with Tif and Julie.

As soon as the Mass started, out came our pad and we doodled away.



Tif and I played Pictionary first while Ongson and Julie waited for their turn.

Tif: Alam ko na! Design nalang tayo ng ICA uniforms!
Shatan: Cge game!

We started sketching, each one proud of her own design. I vaguely remember what exactly Tif and I drew but I'm fairly sure flowers were involved in the illustration. You know floral never goes out of style. Haha.



Julie, curious and a little jealous of the fun we're having: Anong dina-drawing niyo?
Tif and Shatan: Nagdedesign kami ng next ICA uniform!
Julie: Ako pa-draw!

As Julie did her masterpiece, we kept our eyes open for teachers, COC's, and other possible disciplinarians in the area.

When she was done, we saw that it was a masterpiece indeed. Julie designed a dress fit for an ICAN who's definitely ahead of her time, maybe a thousand years or so ahead as the uniform she designed included small light bulbs, electrical wires, and a plug.
Perfect for the year 3000.

Oh but she wasn't done. She made another one and her second uniform was undoubtedly more risque. And by risque I mean totally see-through and with a naked guy sketched beside it.

We definitely could have made more designs but we mustn't have been paying attention to our surroundings while we were snickering at our drawings because then I remember Ms. Serrano, our Class Adviser, coming over to us and confiscating our pad.

We knew what was next on our schedule right after the Mass: The Prefect of Discipline's Office.

We were detained for an hour or so for some questioning by Ms. Hechanova and Ms. Serrano.
Well we really didn't have much to say except for Julie who tried to defend her nude sketches.
As the teachers were browsing through our designs during the interrogation, they see something else written a few pages after our doodles, but of a different handwriting.

"P*****ina si Entera." Entera was our Accounting teacher.

Their focus immediately turned to that somewhat crude confession and we were let off easy.

Next thing we knew, CDC got a major offense.