Graduation Write-up

Since this is too beautiful not to be published, I'm going to broadcast it here in my blog. This is a graduation write-up written by my two close friends. This is going to be published later in our college yearbook after graduation but I'm issuing this now.


The Wind-up Bird Chronicle No. 7
(Lala Kano's and Gela Kano's Letter to Mr. Tero Okada)


Dear Mr. Tero Okada,


We listed down some of your traits that we think you should always remember to face whatever circumstances arise in the near future. This will be short since we know you’re busy and we don't want to cause trouble anymore than we did to you for the past months. Here ‘you’ are; the ‘listed’ version.

You are a bottomless pit of energy. You know what you want and you get your act together to achieve it while maintaining a positive outlook. That's why we trust you would get 'your' Kumiko, on your own time and way.

You just don’t talk; you listen. May it be the simplest conversation about random things to that of big philosophical ideas, time with you is surely fun and well-spent. Both of us agreed that we really enjoy spending time with you.

Above all, you are a good soul. You have a genuine heart which makes the people around you feel at ease. That and all your talent and hard work will surely take you to places.

That's all we want to say. We are sorry for letting you be part of our lives but thankful for you letting us be part of yours. We hope that in our next encounter, you won't be needing our stories because you already have your own story to tell.



                                                                                           Lala Kano and Gela Kano

Not-so-new Crush

I have a crush. Her name's Dreps Tatad. She's April's crush too.

I like her because I was attracted to her the first time I laid eyes on her. She always wears puta-red lipstick.

She's my classmate in Communication 110 this sem but she sits right behind me so it's difficult to snatch a glimpse of her.

Here's a video where she acted as a talent for Ramon Bautista's online youtube channel.

P.S.
I learned earlier at the start of our class that she's also into theatrical acting of some shizzims. Also, she really has a beautiful voice. I stalked her just a few hours ago.

What happened after the Battle of the Bands

Last Tuesday I was invited by Gela, a good friend of mine to judge a battle of the bands in the school where she teaches. Originally, it was me and another friend named Lala who were invited to judge. We both refused for the lack of credentials in doing the task (we listen to music a lot but we're not musically gifted kids). So, anyway, since Gela can't find anyone else to do it, and she still lacks one more judge, I finally agreed to do it.

The battle of the bands was not that bad. There were some really good bands who have potentials and some others that are so-so.

The story is not really about the battle of the bands but about what happened to me on my way home. The school where Gela teaches is located at the Ortigas Avenue (beside The Medical City). It's not easy to find any mode of transportation you can ride in to get home around that area. The buses are always exaggeratedly full and the jeepneys only pass you by but don't pick up passengers for they seem to be like in a race or in some Tokyo Drift movie. The most feasible thing for commuters to do is to ride a jeepney to Robinson's Galleria and to patiently wait and strategize on how they can ride the buses there because some of the passengers drop off there.

So after Gela and I parted ways, I saw a Cainta-bound bus and immediately ran for my life and grabbed my chances of getting in. Of course, it was a standing ovation. You can't expect to obtain a seat when these buses hailing from Quiapo are at Robinson's Galleria already. The passengers have been compiled before they even arrive at Galleria.

I was standing near the door holding on to the vessel where the TV was secured. The bus driver and conductor kept on letting passengers to hop in the bus even though there were full of people near the door already. Standing there was a struggle. It was difficult to find something you can hold on to to maintain your balance. Then this one lady in her late 20's or early 30's clutch me by the abdomen or waist area because she had trouble finding her balance. Her boobs sometimes even touched my back which felt kind of awkward. It happened for a long time and I felt quite weird. I was about to ask her to hold me by the arm instead but I got too embarrassed to say it.

When little by little passengers drop off to unloading terminals and it was not quite crowded anymore, the woman who was holding me finally let go off me as if nothing happened. It was awkward and she didn't even ask my permission if she can cling to me. But anyway, I'm not really deadly mad about it. It was just awkward.

1 year in blogging

Hey! I'm back to blogging!

It has been a busy semester. I totally thought I'm going to fail some of my subjects. Good thing I was able to save all even though the grades are not something to brag about.

I started blogging late August (Augsut 29 to be exact) and since then, I continuously write my thoughts about almost everything. I'm also maintaining a journal but haven't visited it for a long long time now. The last time I checked, my orange journal's covered with a thin layer of dust already.

I'm too lazy to hand write. I'm too dependent on the efficiency of technology. I'm quite technologically-determined eh?

I'll continue to write as long as I can. My English skills are quite rusting and so I decided to go back to writing and write anything even non-sense topics.

Happy 1 year of blogging to me!

Fear of Needles

I have fear of needles and I'm not ashamed to tell it. It started when I was bit by a dog when I was in second or third grade and I had to endure 5 injection shots.


Not so long ago, I was diagnosed of having dengue fever and it was detected because my platelet count was low.

I was not hospitalized however and was suggested to take a few week's rest. I was prescribed to drink a lot of water (at least 3 liters of water everyday). The first few days of water therapy was tough since I had to dilute hydrite (a re-hydrating powder) to the water I was drinking and this causes the water to change its taste.

Anyway, during the week I was resting I was also asked to visit the clinic everyday to get blood samples from me, i.e. injecting needles on my arm to check and ensure my platelet level was increasing. Once my platelet level drop down by less than 100, it will be critical and I would have to be confined in a hospital. My platelet count almost dropped down to the critical level when it reached 101 during my second or third day of having complete blood count (CBC).

I endured all that, having my arm pricked by needle. Sometimes the nurse who will do the pricking of my arm is good that the pain won't hurt that much but sometimes the nurse ain't that good. I am really scared of the thought of the needle penetrating my skin and poking my nerves (sometimes my bones). Yes, I can feel that happening.

I have conquered my fear of dogs and flying cockroaches but I haven't triumphed over my fear of needles especially because of the idea that  there are different nurses with varying skills in doing the arm-pricking thing.