THE GREAT HULLABALOO (tama ba ang spelling?)

Yesterday, Mrs. Aligaga met us in her office for an orientation of our future lives as wannabe whore writers for TV. Us, meaning, are the people who passed the 2 phase elimination process of the writer/consultants. There were 4 classes actually and each class is under the tutelage of named  and famed TV writers. All of the finalists were to be met up in the chilly room of Mrs. Aligaga and since each belonged to a specific class, the room evidently had groupings and auras that hardly meet each other. Our lot was whacked down to 4 people out of 15 hopefuls like an artista search.

Let's say we were 4 sections; sections Champaca, Yellow Bell, Cadena de Amor and BellaDonna. Of course, we  are section Belladonna a.k.a Deadly Nightshade known for its Italian race (belladonna meaning beautiful lady) and toxic qualities that can lure children to eat our berries and die. Bwahaha! Anyway, we were the smallest in population and the rest were 6-8 people. Section Yellow Bell looked like a family on a picnic with matching Tupperware items on the side. Cadena de Amor were like common chatty street people who eat dangling isaw while the Champaca group, well, looked like a bunch of gay showbiz columnists out to get their envelopes.

Laitera din ako eh.