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… )
As if I didn’t just graduate, my stupidity was at its peak when I left my UAAP Season 73 opening ticket right when I was already on my way to Araneta. It was just last year when I was entering through the South Gate FOR FREE. Good thing, self-proclaimed Fighting Maroons “stage ate (sister)” Kat has one extra, and she handed it to me as an evidence of my notorious forgetfulness. (Then later, she begged it back to paste it in her scrapbook.) Anyway, did I just see Ogie Alcasid and Gary Valenciano commencing the season with some grooving? Not to mention, Alcasid’s awkward, overkill, politically-monstrous Bangon Pilipinas had to constantly remind us that we are now under a new rule. Instantly, Charice’s bright yellow, debutante-cake-like inauguration dress drew itself in my mind. Apart from that, the best part of the show was– if you thought UP won, we were speared by DLSU at 80-62— nothing less than the AVP. With the theme “Heroism,” give way for your team…
I was snatched by my fellow unemployed journalism-alumni friends Kat and KJ a while ago, walked back and forth UP-CMC to file some request for a transcript of my grades and generally talked/ranted/expressed astronomical angst about, well, non-life. Ultimately, we had the following directly translated quotable quotes you yourself might use for your daily living. Assuming you look up to us as pedestals of unemployed:
Nope, not blasphemy. It’s just me blogging once again.
How long has it been? A month-long hiatus is unforgivable perhaps, but anyway here I am: Restoring back my stats, showing people that I still exist (that may be unfortunate to some), and most of all, etching my last memories of 2009. I love this blog; I owe this passion to you my readers a lot. I can only leave this blog if I had a permanent writer’s block. Which is impossible for me since my mind (and mouth) CANNOT shut up. I always need something to store my absurdities and occasional relevance, and IDIOTBOX has been that enclave for more than three years now. ( Read more… )