Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
The Silliman campus:
The library, which I never actually entered, hehe. I shot this scene for the strikingly red post.
Luce Auditorium: MSO, Fiddler, the UP Guitar Ensemble, and Pinnoooo-chiooooo ;-)
Abby Jacobs Hall.
Our last night out at the Boulevard.
Fighting over Kent -- ?!?! Haha, won't that be something to watch, if all Kent's girls came together and knocked each other out. Even if somebody charged admission, I think I'd be willing to dig into my pockets just to witness that spectacle. ;-)
Like kids in a zoo.
During my last day, Ria and I had to go to SUMC for clearance-signing in our shorts, as we really had nothing to wear. Most girls (they say), when they say they have nothing to wear, really mean they have nothing new to wear. But this time we really had nothing to wear, except for these. That's me in the upper half of a scrub suit and shorts. But the bottom line -- our clearances got signed! Woohoo!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
(I said "for the first time" because Tonette came back; the boat she was to take to Cebu had had an engine malfunction and refused to take passengers on board. So there was a "second time," which we went through with less-heavy hearts. Proof, if any was required, that farewells are only temporary, especially when guba-on means of transport are involved.)
Not crying became an even harder task when it was the turn of Brian, Benjo, Jo Anne and Sherwin to go. With Jo Anne gone, there would be no one left to join in when I sang Disney songs in the shower. And she had a way of making us laugh, thus compensating for all the chlorofluorocarbons she contributed to world pollution via her sumpay-sa-kinabuhi hairspray. Sherwin, my duty partner for 5 months before he abandoned me during the last month of our Surgery rotation, also had a way of making us laugh till our sides hurt. He holds the distinction of being the only one who foiled Ver's "Idol gyud tika bai" line with his own "Mao ba bai? Nganong idol man ko nimo bai?" and is still, in my opinion, the most outstanding intern in our group despite the fact that I haven't quite forgiven him for the aforementioned abandonment. (Bitaw... I just missed my favorite duty combination of Sherwin a.k.a. Boy Abunda, Jo Anne, Chofi, Dr. Christian, Dr. Bunot and Dr. Cuyacot a.k.a. Chase, is all.)
Benjo is almost my cousin (his auntie married my uncle) and I will miss his sinigang. Well, actually, he only cooked sinigang for us once, but it was very lami. More than that, I'll miss the times he went up to Room 10 and ate our food, his refreshingly blunt truthfulness (which he is remarkably able to put on hold, even when drunk, for the sake of loyalty to friends), and the little ways by which he took care of all of us. Spineless (boneless, I should say) when dancing, he has a spine and a half when it comes to making decisions, and I look up to him for that.
And as for Brian... What can I say about a person who is the most likely to read this blog? If Benjo was my cousin, Brian was my "Kuya Bri" who took care of everything for everyone (the Calinawagan in him popping up despite his decision to become a doctor; I'm sure his dad is as proud of him as he would have been if Brian had followed his footsteps in Finance). He was also "Papa Bri" (hahaha, sorry na lang, ako man gasuwat ani) who, along with "Mama Tonette" (ahehehe), would bring me dinner for when we watched American Idol together. Brian also was just this good friend who was always there to give you a hand, a reprimand or a funny face, whichever you needed most at the moment.
I'll be seeing them again for sure. But seeing someone, as I have had occasion to remark before, is different from seeing him or her everyday. It's not like losing an arm or a leg, but it sure comes close.
Farewells have never been this heartbreaking.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Ruby and Ria roll a stone in the creature's mouth three times in hopes of a wish fulfilled; Ria and me in front of the Grand Palace, used nowadays only for special ceremonies; Ria and me chatting up with Wat Phra Kaew's golden chedi in the background; a monk turns his head as Ria strikes a pose; Ruby and me, also with the Grand Palace in the background; Ria and me, gossiping royally.
My fascination with monks is indulged in Thailand. I saw more of them this time around and realized that they can be quite ordinary as well. Here, monks shop for bags, wait for a River Express boat (with the famous Temple of the Dawn in the background), and...oh, wait, sorry, the monk in the third picture is behind my big smiling head.
Thailand: a temple, a river and a monk: in gray, in sepia, and in color on the verge of a sudden thunderstorm, its flag waving proudly in the furious wind. Images to last a lifetime.
Nothing tells a story of a journey like moments captured in film. Okay, so film wasn't actually used here, but you know what I mean. Hope you enjoyed these pictures just as much as I enjoyed the journey. More tales of adventures and misadventures to come, but for now, these photos will tell their own story. Good night, and God bless you all.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
a hibiscus behind one's ear...
Antulang has an infinity pool as well as a beach.
The cliffs of Antulang are also perfect for thinking and staring out into the sea.
Chofi and me by the pool before night swimming
Seeking closure from a bonfire
All aboard for our cruise to Tambobo Bay.
Me and Benjo hanging out at the Annabelle Lee before our cruise began.
Isn't this fun?
Uh...can't quite remember what I threatened the photgrapher with a punch for...
Contemplating...nothing. Just enjoying tanga-tanga.
Bianca and me, with Tambobo bay's sailboats in the background
Me and Lurjie posing by the Antulang signpost. And our roads lead where? Who knows...
Thanks for the memories guys. It's been one heck of a year.