My First Shooting Star

Predominated by the "mind over body" principle inside my head and the thought of being scolded the moment I'll arrive home for losing something, I was in no mood to go home last night.

The atmosphere of the bus terminal added to my irritation after an irksome stench welcomed me in. The floor was wet. The bus they parked was the old-modeled one. I did not get the seat next to the window. Some people, though very much aware of the very crowded situation, still forced themselves to be contained in that matchbox. I honestly did not like everything about that night. I even had second thoughts of not going home directly and look for a good place to shout my feelings out instead. I did not pursue it though for I know the people at home were already worried sick of me. 

After the tiresome one-hour trip home, I found myself walking lazily on the pavement. I then made quick plans on what to do the moment I'll arrive home. Eat my supper? Half-bath? Watch t.v.? Study for an exam? As I was trying to lighten the load I was carrying, I had the chance to look up and somehow seek for comfort. I even made fun of the stars and thought of making my own constellations. 

And right where I was standing was the sight of a single shooting star. I do not know how big it's effect on me was but when I realized it was a shooting star, I just created a smile on my face. It seemed like it heaved all the burdens I was carrying that time and gave me that moment of delight. I was awed with what I saw for it was my first time to see one. Many of my friends have shared that they have seen numerous shooting stars and that it was a beauty. Now that I have witnessed it myself, I can really say that it was a magnificent creation.

After that queer encounter with a star, I immediately whispered a thank you prayer to God for providing me something that would make me forget my problems even just for a while. And as the night went deep, I never removed the beautiful image of that star in my head and how it blinked on me.

Here They Finally Are

I somehow thought we will never have our 2010 staff pictorial after the publication faced a great tribulation which has a big relation to its possessions. Anyhow, if there's a will, there's a way. So finally, this is it. 

♥ The Newbies ♥

Christine "Tine" Antosada

(the morena girl; shy type but I know may ibubuga 'to)

Mary Cherry "Ting" Sanchez

(lol na lol kung tumawa; a good speaker[estoryahe])

Albert "Einstein" Umbac

(mighty teacher gaya ko :D; top 1 of the newbies)

Shenmae "Shen?" Sojor

(lost sa mga newbies; asa na man ka day?)

Crystal "Momi Crys" Vocal

(hot mama)

♥ The Oldies ♥ 

The Writers

Janethriz "Newbie" Aso

(pinanindigan ang pagiging newbie kahit old nah :D)

Ramie "Pichay" Bulaybulay

(hard-working 'to; dako kaayo ni ug H)

Ryan "Rayna" Gantalao

(Mr. Hambabalud)

WAPU People

Japhet "Paulo" Pagarigan

(moody :! mukaon na ug computer)

Lincoln "Lolo Linx" Cardines

(uhm..uhm...photographer namu nah)

Arvin "Arvztist" Rodriguez

(an artist by heart)

Paul Anthony "Tonio" Eso

(artistahin; jack of all trades)

Nel Justine Kristoffer "Justinebelles" At-at

(WAPU head; sino si My Love?) 

Cameron "Ruruy" Tañara

(amung kinakusgang S.A.)

Business Unit 

Lycel "Liting ♥ Piport" Caingcoy

(lubas pero cute daw, ingon sya)

Caroline "Robot" Casal

(the ever dynamic staffer of the year)

The Editors

Kenneth "Kintot" Pael

(gusto nya ring maging staffer of the year kaya naning na naning)

Shiela Marie "Fudgee Bar" Catacutan

(she loves the camera; go miss features ed)

Rina Marie "Baby R" Rubia

(another lover of the camera; maraming pix sa FB nyan)

Dorothy Mae "Mi Doh" Acabo

(the third lover of the camera; news ed)

Rolyn Jane "Orange" P. Catanus

(absolutely me :) no comment)

Maria Margarita "Te Margz" Narvasa

(the EIC; ang cute na salarin)

Not everyone enjoyed the rare beauty of having a camera in one setting. Bakit pa naman kasi nag-absent during the pictorial :) Anyhow, this is my family. We work and we laugh. Some are corky, tactless, serious, sweet, cute, and hard-working but all of us share the same identity -- being a TNnite. (mugna!)

Delays Mean Regrets!

Here I am once again, adding another list of story titles into my account, and trying to brighten up my day although it started gloomy. It wasn't what I planned in the first place, but somehow,  it was what came up.

I woke up six this morning and ironed all my needed costumes for this afternoon's role play in Sociology. I hastened, thinking that I have to be early though my first class today starts at ten. I thought I might drop by the office for awhile to check some articles and proceed to my class. After folding my clothes into my bag, the delay started. 

Delay #1: My sister asked me to tie her hair for their presentation on the 1st anniversary of our town's No-Smoking Campaign. They are to deliver a dance number and she said she has to look her best. (weh!) However, I told her I can't do it for I don't have the skill in doing so, so she demonstrated it by tying my other sister's hair. I stared but I did not get the right procedure. I spent 15 minutes just to look at it. I could have used it for eating my breakfast.

Delay #2: My brother asked me to turn the t.v. on and after discovering that he doesn't like the show on Disney Channel, I surfed for a good program. I landed on HBO and after seeing Mandy Moore's face on screen and knowing that it was a familiar movie, I grabbed a seat and made another delay. Later, I discovered it was "Chasing Liberty."

Delay #3: I did not mind about the time, and seemed to forget that I haven't eaten my breakfast and haven't taken a bath yet but I remained on my seat, enjoying the movie that has been watched a long time ago. I finally prepared my plate and brought my food in front of the t.v. instead of eating in the dining table. I swallowed everything slowly and once again made another 30-minute delay.

Delay #4: I always make the longest delay when I am in the room, changing, after a quick bath. I don't know how I do it but I just can't unplug myself in front of the mirror without feeling contented of what I am wearing.

Delay #5: After making a 500-meter walk from home to the highway, I found out that the parade has blocked the market area, disabling public utility jeepneys and buses to pass that way. I have to walk another 500 meters just to hail for a ride. That was the fifth delay for the day. 

Delay #6: There finally was the bus. I thought it would help me get to my class on time. But I was wrong. The heavy traffic on the south boundary of the city has to be blamed for everything. It took me 30 more minutes to wait patiently inside the bus before it moves another meter or so. Oh how I hate traffic especially when it means sacrificing a major subject. 

Delay #7: I was already glancing at my phone time when I got off the bus. I know I have to make haste in order for me to make it on time. I flagged a pedicab thinking that it will bring me directly to school. Much to my dismay, it did not. It seemed like it gave me a quick tour around the city before bringing me to my destination. I wanted to protest but I do not have the nerve to do so. 

So there I finally was, walking, almost flying, just to be able to get into my only class in the morning. And because I posted this, it meant that I did not make it. I was definitely late and I have to stay out to avoid embarrassment. How dare that movie, that parade, that traffic, that pedicab, and that teacher who started the class on time. (huhuhu) The most painful part was to discover that she gave an examination to the class on that day -- that miserable day where delays queued up.

I will never do it again. Hopefully!  :'(