Archive for the ‘nostalgia talk’ Category

SEKC Alumni Homecoming 2012 – Day 1

Last December 28, 29 and 30, Saint Estanislao Kostka College, the school where I graduated high school last 2003, celebrated the three-day alumni homecoming. It was the first in SEKC alumni homecoming history. The said three-day celebration was grandly hosted by Batch 1986.

Day 1

There were a some contest hosted on day 1. One thing that was clear to me was the fun run, which our batch didn’t participate because there were only a few of us who were there. Some were still in far places working, weren’t able to get off from work until the 29th.

IMG02319-20121228-0218

We passed most on the contests and shows during the daytime but we were present at the night time wherein we were entertained by a few groups of musical bands performing live at the school

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Delicious
  • LinkedIn
  • StumbleUpon
  • Add to favorites
  • Email
  • RSS

The 50 Cents Glutinous Rice Rolled in Banana Leaf

Where can you buy glutinous rice rolled and wrapped in banana leaf (suman) for only 50 centavos (Philippine money) these days? Nowadays, you can’t buy a piece of suman for that price.

Back in 1990 or 1992, if I am not mistaken, I used to wake up early dawn at 4 in the morning and sit outside our house alone and sometimes with my brother to wait for the old lady who purveyed glutinous rice rolled in banana leaf then. We called her lola Dadang. She has the best suman ever! Each roll cost 50 centavos those days for a 9 to 10 inches long and two inches thick rolled glutinous cake. I was about 4 or 5 years old then and my brother was around 3. Everything was cheap and affordable.

the photo is not mine

So waiting for glutinous rice old lady used to be my practice every morning with my brother. Every night, our mother put some money under our pillow for that glutinous rice so we don’t need to wake her up to ask for money. Four to five rolls for each (brother and me) was enough for our breakfast along with a glass of hot Liberty condensed milk or a glass of hot Milo or Ovaltine chocolate drink.

I missed those days, those days when I set outside our house at early dawn patiently waiting for my yummy breakfast. I missed the sweet smell of fresh air and the cold breeze, which I don’t smell and feel nowadays. I miss the simplicity of my world, the carefree life. Above all, I missed that old lady who used to sell rolled glutinous rice cake for 50 cents.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Delicious
  • LinkedIn
  • StumbleUpon
  • Add to favorites
  • Email
  • RSS

The New Man In My Life

I have a new man in my life. His name is Aian. I met him through a common friend a couple of years ago. At first, I thought he was a snob and choosy but then, after hanging out with him a few times, I realized we are quite alike. Like me, he is serious or somewhat aloof to new people but eventually get an awesome connection after a few exchange. Deep inside, he has a hidden kalog-ness (goofiness). It takes a goofy person to notice a goofy one. I noticed him. And goofiness only comes out when goofy people is around; we let the goofiness out. It’s how we became friends.

Aian is fun to be with, which is normal for someone who loves to have fun. Aside from Pabz, I found another match in him. Oh, did I mention I met him through Pabz? I am thankful to him for that. Now I have two goofy friends. What I like about Aian the most is that he knows how to balance his mood. When it requires to joke, he jokes – when it’s not, he does not. He has a self-control. There is nothing wrong with having fun but do not overdo it; I learned that from him.

Aian then became Pabz’s substitute. When Pabz isn’t around, I would call Aian to accompany me to party or to just have someone to accompany me for the day or night when needed. I as well became a substitute to Aian’s friends, who later on became his favorite to tag along with when going anywhere, whether it’d be a party or a city activity that he’s affiliated with. I later became someone special to him, someone who’s more important than his friends.

We became so deeply attached to each other to the extent of sharing each other’s secrets. We became keepers of each other’s biggest secrets? Yes, we have a lot! Are you ready to meet Aian now?

Aian at their booth (Sergio Osmeña) during Dipolog City Pagsalabok Festival 2012

Okay, siya na!! Ang bida! Lol!

Oh, how I missed him! There is definitely no dull moments with him. He always makes me laugh. Just by the way he acts and speaks already make me laugh, how much more when he starts to joke. My sisters like him too; his expressions and his jokes.  He is kind of a living medicine when I am sad and I definitely need a doze of him right now. Oh, before I forget, we call each other ma’am with a slang “a”.

I am sharing this to 366 Blog Photo Challenge.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Delicious
  • LinkedIn
  • StumbleUpon
  • Add to favorites
  • Email
  • RSS

Bartholin’s Cyst, My Yearly Pain

After a week of pain(i was glad it was just a week) due to the swelling of my bartholin’s cyst, I have accepted that it is already a part of my life. Well, it has been for the last six years and it will be for the years to come. I do not like it but I have no choice. It is said that in 100 women, there is one who unfortunately suffers the yearly pain due to the cyst that grows inside a woman’s bartholin’s gland.  And I am one of those unfortunates who get to suffer it every year.

The bartholin’s glands (we have two) are located at the entrance, one on each side, of a woman’s vagina. These  glands are the ones that secrete fluids or lubricate  a woman’s intimate part. When its duct is blocked, it is when the cyst form. The cause of the blockage of that glands is unknown and there is no known treatment that can totally eliminate the cyst. Surgical operation can only prolong the occurrence of the cyst about a year or two but eventually, the cyst grows back again. Sitz bath helps ease the pain and quickens the ripening of the cyst. The cyst is not life-threatening nor transmittable but it is very painful that I sometimes think I could die. Walking and sitting is very difficult. Read more »

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Delicious
  • LinkedIn
  • StumbleUpon
  • Add to favorites
  • Email
  • RSS

Spotted At The Project Tour

269215_321629517917462_1231004282_n

This is a long overdue post as it happened last June. It was the last rock music event I attended…Oh how I miss the nerve-rocking, head-banging songs!

I was spotted at the Project Tour Digging The Deep music event with my youngest sister Cheep in Nigan’s Resto and Grill last June 2, 2012. I was invited by the owner of Bewear Apparels, a local shop of high quality printed tees in Dipolog City who was the organizer and major sponsor of the said event. I, being one of the sponsors too, am glad that the event was a success. I attended the event wearing a tee from Think Positive Wear while Cheep  went with me wearing a tee from Dig Deep, which both were sold in Bewear Apparels. We chose to wear these tees from the two particular brands because they were two of the major sponsors that night. Credits to those took these pictures, which I think the August Skyline group. I didn’t know these photos with me in it were taken. Read more »

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Delicious
  • LinkedIn
  • StumbleUpon
  • Add to favorites
  • Email
  • RSS

The Familiar Noise and The Ubod

IMG01254-20121013-1235

I woke up one afternoon (my normal wake up time as a blogger) by a very familiar sound, I mean noise. It was too familiar that it brought back childhood memories. Barely opening my eyes, I jumped off my bed, got out my room and looked out from the window at the back of our house upstairs. From there I saw what that familiar noise was very clearly. I never heard that noise during those years I’ve lived in Dipolog City. It was the noise of a chainsaw as it powerfully cut down a coconut tree on our neighbor’s front yard.

Still sleepy and still barely opening my eyes…and still in my sleeping gear (lol), I rushed outside with with just one thing in mind – I’ll get to taste Ubod or heart of palm again finally! Read more »

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Delicious
  • LinkedIn
  • StumbleUpon
  • Add to favorites
  • Email
  • RSS

I Am Done Being Helpful and Kind

Someone asked me why I am hiding from her. How could I say I am hiding from all the suckers in my life and that includes her? The sad part is that they are the people that I called friends. And oh the saddest, the people I called family who took advantage of me and in return spread nasty rumors about me. They only think of me when they need something. Whether they need to borrow money or borrow my things, I am definitely the first person in their mind to run to. My phone will then be flooded with their text messages asking this and that. Some thick-skinned even spend money to call me. Yet when it is time for me to ask for their help they are either nowhere to be found or have no load to reply to my text messages. Read more »

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Delicious
  • LinkedIn
  • StumbleUpon
  • Add to favorites
  • Email
  • RSS