They say the only time you’ll be able to feel a person’s worth in your life is in his/her absence. Saying goodbye is my weakness, more so is death. A college professor of mine died last night in a bus-taxi collision along “killer highway” Commonwealth Ave. She was aboard a cab that got disastrously smashed by a Universal Guiding Star PUB. Lourdes “Chit” Estella Simbulan, a veteran journo and respected professor, was 54. ( Read more… )
The Mayans may be completely wrong about the world ending in 2012 for I think the universe is indeed crumbling at this very moment. With my ominous stepping on my KFC meal gravy TWICE last night (hence some moron leaping to the bathroom just to wash a foot), I could very well conclude that the end is near, the end is so near that we humans need to evolve into something more virile. Like, well, the radioactive-waves-immune cockroaches. ( Read more… )
Two Fridays ago, my speech friends Lui, Angela and Pau were haply all clad in shades of yellow. They did not talk about doing a dance number. At the same day, there was a class rumor that indeed, Cory Aquino was dead. We then mused on the very bleak coincidence. Turned out it wasn’t true. Only then after about seven days, the portent materialized in front of the nation’s eyes. The former president is dead. She is, and we couldn’t do anything about it.