June has come and gone in a whirlwind of activities for me; I feel like I became Dorothy momentarily with my doll shoes on. It’s not enough an excuse to take my blog for granted though. I am glad to report, however, that I have finished a number of books from Jasper Fforde and Lemony Snicket this month. If you feel my humor is going nowhere, please bear with me and just understand the longing of someone who has lost a labrador and now looking for a quarkbeast.
The existence of the unknown is an assurance itself.
Some of us could “be very charismatic” and I have just realized that the idea of making myself look pleasant does not only involve consideration of others but also my own benefit.
I refuse to accept the belief we were not supposed to reach for more than what we were supposed to be… because nobody knows what else we can be and that’s the beauty of it. As an educator, the worst you can tell your students is to stop pursuing his or her passion because you are telling him to stop living his life.
One of my pet peeves is when people mispronounce my name and yes, it happened on my graduation day.
For someone who had hesitated going to the reunion, I immensely enjoyed the party meant for those who believed in “trabaho muna bago pakikisama.”
PNU-SG COMELEC was my safe haven when I was an undergraduate. Have you had those moments when too many things in your life overwhelm you and you just have to do something to set things straight? It was COMELEC for me. Crazy it may seem particularly for those who know how studying is like in Philippine Normal University, but working in that org in that dingy little room made me helped me stay focused and goal-oriented. It was not an easy feat to juggle my academic requirements -which I am very proud to say were above satisfactory- and Secretary General responsibilities but I got through those four years just fine.
It took us, well in my case since I graduated in 2008, ten years to be reunited and through our fluctuating weights, growing families, and changing of careers, we felt how time flew so fast. Some of us looked the same, others looked even better. Of course, I could not recognize some of them anymore and I made a mistake about twice but isn’t this the very reason why people have reunion parties? to remember each other?
It’s unnerving and nostalgic to be called ‘Knack’ again ―I dropped the name when I had my second job and started using the initials of my long name.
It looked like a party for overgrown kids with all those parlor games and ridiculous but practical prizes.
And the food! Jollibee even graced us with his presence and charmed the ladies―me included. We also celebrated the beautiful Kresha’s birthday.
I got reunited with my ‘partner’ and ‘daughter.’
As I listened to Bhymar, Kresha and Caps talking about how they wanted to make this relationship last longer until we all grew older, I couldn’t help but reminisce the times my own group had thought their batch had needed a stronger foundation to initiate change and to stand on their own feet.
Looking at them, I couldn’t be any prouder.
Photo fro Bhymar ^_^