To the only UP Journ Prof who ever gave me an uno in anything..
Diliman Voice staff phot-op with Ma'am Chit Estella right after publication of our first and only issue. (It was a class project.) Photo is unfortunately half uploaded (grabbed it from my friend Anjo's blog) but incomplete as the image is, I guess the memories that solidified friendships and dreams in the production of that first and last issue will always mean more than just a required elective for us students who will always miss our MorningCHITChats.
|That's me in yellow. I stand beside Anjo. Hi Anjo, thank you for sending me a link to your blog. I cried while reading your post. :(|
I would have to say that I am a proud former student of the late yet very epic journalist Chit Estella (aka Lourdes Simbulan to her students). Funny that it is only now that I would even realize that I have been calling her by different names without realizing it. I'm amazed by how she gracefully responds to both titles as if all great names can match her stature. I call her Ma'am Chit. I call her Ma'am Simbulan. Ahora, profa es una estella para me. Tomorrow she will be a fountain of hope.
Funny how considering we never really got to well... CHIT-Chat, here I am, tearfully blogging for the love of Ma'am Chit, for the third time! (please read this link for the second wave).
It's so difficult to put into words the feeling of losing someone who cast light upon you while you start the foundation of your future; especially if that someone is the someone who made you realize the heaviness of the red pen for the first time. Cliche as it may sound, words will never be enough, so I send her my thoughts. I send her my spirit. To the nicest professor, amiable, almost always late in class, but strikingly filled with wisdom and charm. Thank you. Thank you for making a difference. Thank you for making this forgetful person remember something so strongly, it's heavy.
From Ma'am Chit's class:
When It’s Rain, It’s Four
We’ ve been friends for a long time ago. We come from the same alma mother. Actually, our paths crossed one time on another. But it’s only now that I gave him a second look. I realized that beauty is in the eyes. The pulpbits of my heart went fast, really fast. Cute pala siya. And then, he came over with me.
He said, “I hope you don’t mine. Can I get your number?”
Nag-worry ako. What if he doesn’t give it back? He explained naman na it’s so we could keep intact daw. Sabi ko, “Connect me if i’m wrong but are you asking me ouch?”
“The!?!!??”. .. ang sarcastic na sagot nya. Aba! The verb! Parang siya pa ang galit! Persona ingrata!!! Ang kapal niya! I cried buckles of tears.
Na-guilty yata siya. Sabi niya, isipin mo na lang na this is a blessing in the sky. Irregardless daw of his feelings, we should go ouch na rin. Now, we’re so in love. Mute and epidemic na ang past. Thanks God we swallowed our fried. Kasi, I’m 33 na and I’m running our time.
After 2 weeks, he plopped the question. “Will you marriage me?”
I’m in a state of shocked. Kasi mantakin mo, when it rains, it’s four! This is true good to be true. So siyempre, I said yes. Love is a many splendor.
Pero nung inaayos ko na ang aming kasal, everything swell to pieces.
Nag-di-dinner kami noon nang biglang sa harap ng aming table, may babaeng humirit ng, “Well, well, well. Look do we have here.”
What the fuss! The nerd ng babaeng yon! She said they were still on. So I told her, whatever is that, cut me some slacks!
I didn’t want this to get our hand kaya I had to sip it in the bud. She accused me of steeling her boyfriend. As is!!! I don’t want to portrait the role of the other woman. Gosh, tell me to the marines! I told her, “please, mine you own business!”
Who would believe her anyway? Dahil it’s not my problem anymore but her problem anymore, tumigil narin siya ng panggugulo. Everything is coming up daisies. I’m so happy.
Even my boyfriend said liketwice. He’s so supportive. Sabi niya, “Look at is this way. She’s our of our lives.”
Kaya advise ko sa inyo—take the risk. You can never can tell. Just turn the bridge when you get there. Life is shorts. If you make a mistake, we’ll just pray for the internal and external repose of your soul. I second emotion.