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Nostalgia
Some people are organizing a get-together of The Knight Publication members (past and present). I had my almost 5-year writing stint in this official publication of my alma mater, Colegio de San Juan de Letran - Calamba. The memories of working and writing with my co-Knights, "kabalikat" friends are
enshrined in my heart. We were young then, full of idealism...
Some things I remembered:
-beating the submission deadline (there were times when it's hard to write especially in my case, during my 4th~5th year, when I was busy juggling academics and writing for the Knight . There is a notion also that it is quite an "achievement" to come from the engineering department and still, be able to embrace the demands of being a student journalist/writer.
-trooping to the printing press in Roces Ave, QC
-attendance in Laguna-based rallies
-working with seminarian-members (and discover their being "maloko" din)
-attending College Editors Guild of the Philippines (CEGP) journalism seminars
-writing articles for the lampoon issue (I was trying to figure out my lampoon name that appears on the paper's masthead)
-the writings on the freedom wall
-spending overnights at the publication office (alongside famous ghost stories)
-cut short the supposed overnight, then I proceed home to my dorm (which is just near the campus), where I had to literally jump "over the bakod" for coming home way past the curfew
-being in the company of other Knights who were also my classmates in Eng'g (Bing & Dhay)
-attending evaluation nights (it's the time when we had to evaluate the paper and discuss the collective reactions gathered from the staff and the studentry about the overall statement of the publication. We usually schedule it on the date the publication was released to the Letran community, usually at night which is our "common" time, complete with food and side stories to celebrate)
-attending the vigil celebration of the feast of Our Lady of Manaoag
-our Christmas parties (then we proceed to Bucal chuch for the simbang gabi)
-and many more little funny things
-my thoughts and my idealism then....
Extras
Sometimes, I give out a discreet laugh when people say things as a product of an incoherent mind. Not because it surely was a laughingstock but because it happens to me also from time to time....One day I took a jeepney ride home from a friend's house and there I was, in the midst of "eksenang jeepney"...passengers coming in and as if struggling to fit in their seats to earn their money's worth for paying a 7.50 minimum fare. Seated opposite me are two ladies who are talking about their lives. I hear the excitement in their voices surely indicating that it was a chance encounter and so they talk and talk....then the time came for one of them to alight the jeep...."Mama babye po"...other passengers laugh...the driver "Sige ingat ka"...more laughters......
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month
This statistics is very alarming (I heard this from an investigative TV report):
-3 out of 10 Filipino women suffer from breast cancer
-Philippines has the highest number of breast cancer cases in South East Asia
-1 out of 100 men suffer also from this type of cancer (very small stats compared to women). The TV report included a man, talking about his own experience battling with the disease
...it's something women should be aware of, something which concerns their bodies.

that's my Ira showing off her "kulit"
--batang NAN ha ha!
so what if Spongebob has remarkably bigger front teeth..
meron na din si Ira! huh!
Nowadays she makes "gigil", haay kawawa naman si mommy sa kagat!
It's not really my intention...but I met a guy (in the process I don't want to put in details) and we're currently texting. You see, all the fuss I experienced in texting during the past few days, made me still trust this menacing gadget? Anyway, he identified himself as Lukki. I noticed his discreet manner of asking some information about me. I told him the basic truth. I also asked some basic ID questions. He said he's from the province and he's here in Manila to take the bar exams. Thoughts came in to me...I don't know this person...it may be easy for someone to make up stories to exalt (or humble) themselves. So just to "check", I asked him what "unjust vexation" is. After about a minute, he texted "haba ng definition nun, but 4 a layman unjust vexation is any act directed 2 another w/c cause annoyance, irritation etc bt nt constituting physical injury".....Pasado (naniwala ako agad!). He's single so I mentioned something like "irereto kita sa friend ko"....( I was thinking Maru or Bing ? he he). Anyways, I found out later he's real name (something close to Lukki). He texts me once in a while. He asked me to pray for him to pass his "mind-boggling, nerve-wracking" series of exams.
Lukki, if you're reading this, I'm now saying my advance congratulations to you....next time I'll inquire on annulment procedures bwa ha ha.
I don't know, but sometimes it puzzles me when people begin to have a hint on what you're going through right now, even if you know that your interactions and communications with them would leave them really clueless. Is it the aura I exudes when I'm a bag of tears (ha ha so silly for me to think that it won't be obvious when you're in the verge of tears)?. Anyway, I'm lucky because it shows that some people/friends are sensitive enough to show even a little compassion.
OK I have problems...but I'm ok!! .....
It must have been the romantic movies I've been watching recently. Being a sucker I am for these feel-good movies, and with the current situation I am in now, I just end up contemplating......and cursing....and.......aaah lecheng lalake :)
hmp..silly, never mind this post.
It's as if "kina-career", I enjoy playing badminton, and I promise to continue improving on this game.
Last night we spent again another 2 hours playing with my officemates (Arlene, Jay, Jhoan) and friends from Nippon Express, our in-house forwarder (Babes, Marjul, Oliver). My former officemate Jhoan also joined us. We enjoyed every minute of competitive (!) play and fun.
After the play, we rested for a while eating lanzones (from Jhoan). While munchin on it, I just realized that this fruit is sobrang "madagta" and my fingers are now in a mess.
Buti na lang pagkatapos ng laro kami kumain, kundi baka dumikit yong shuttlecock sa kamay ko he he.
Haay, sarap pagpawisan....
I have nothing else to do (or better, I have enough free time), so I created a group email to share with my classmates in college. Initially, listed on the mailing list are the classmates/friends who have active communication with me until now. Then I requested them to email me additional contacts. I even went to as far as searching Friendster account (now my silbi na ang friendster sa akin he he) just to know if their online, and to know their current email addresses.
I don't know if I'm the only one who has this need to reconnect with friends after a long long time....
I hope this one becomes successful.
In fact, I'm also subscribing to another group mail composed of high school classmates. Our group name is RTPI91-Narra : RTPI is Rizal Technological and Polytechnic Institute, batch 1991, and section name is Narra. It's really an interesting group mail which is home to countless emails (announcements, inquiries, photos, job opening announcements, debatable topics etc etc etc).
Talk about reunions and get together....love that!
Born on the date when people wouldn't miss sharing a gift, raised in a cool place where we give prominence to the letter "R" (in our town's spoken language, most of the Tagalog words with letter "D" are replaced with letter "R"), and now living and working south of somewhere, with a very colorful life soundtrack. My videoke national anthem is "Goodtimes" by Edie Brickell I am shallow - a decent mug of tea with milk pleases me ; and I am deep - I usually trail socio-political news and issues especially when there is probe in aid of legislation (sabi sa inyo, malalim e ha ha). My personality is very much defined by my iPod music collection. I have a passion for singing and usually takes extra efforts to be discreet and resist the overwhelming urge to sing for hours. Don't worry, the mic still has a chance to leave my hand, when too-mainstream tunes come in.