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… )
They say all good things come to an end. Or, there’s nothing permanent in this world. Add to the list the many self-consoling maxims that will attempt to make you feel better even if you goddamm know nothing’s going to fix your frown. Even if they’re going to bribe you with
a bar bars of Snickers (effectiveness maybe dependent), you end up succumbing up to the fact that it’s, well, hopeless. That there’s nothing left to fight for. ( Read more… )
My relationship with cab drivers is more than symbiotic. They take me to my destination; I pay them with the exact amount plus a sensible chat. We don’t just talk about the weather. We talk about politics, celebrities, business, the unending hardships of life and more weather. The cabbies I usually frequent to are nice and intelligent. They make it seem like life was easier with just driving to nowhere. ( Read more… )
The overrated art of going to parties (or just plain going out) is averted to the fact that you’d be meeting people. More exciting when they’re the people you already know. Most exciting if they’re people you’ll end up knowing for the rest of your life.
Last night I went with my five HS friends to a college party. A roaring party. ( Read more… )