A Tribute to Chico Molina


Chico Molina at PULP Summer Slam 2003



Chico Molina, J-Hoon Balbuena and me at PULP Summer Slam 2003

Last night, a friend from Grabeh.Com told me that Chico Molina of Kapatid died. And I was totally shocked about it. Imagine, Chico is so young to die. He could have contributed more in the music scene and even in the art scene as well having seen one of Chico’s artwork in charcoal at BigSkyMind just last year.
During the PULP Summer Slam 3 was my first encounter with Chico Molina, Kapatid’s former guitarist. I cannot forget how he likes to be in front of the camera when I approached them at the PULP Summer Slam 3. Time flies fast, and so is life. To Kapatid Chico, thank you for making great music.

Thoughts from a soon-to-be professional bum

By the end of August, I will not be walking the halls of my Alma Mater as a student, but as an official professional bum. By that time, our final thesis documentation will be with the department already. The last time that I would be walking around the campus would be on our course card day and the next time that I will go there is to secure myself an Alumni Card, to check my name on the list of those who will join the commencement excercises, to attend the Bacchalaureate Mass and get my toga, and then get the toga refund.

Time flies really fast. It’s like yesterday I was walking around the campus as a frosh (a term for freshmen popularized by La Sallians) and now, I am on my terminal year, graduating.

I have a lot of thoughts running on my mind. When we were in Grade School, we knew that the next step would be High School. When we were in our senior year in High School, we knew that the next step would be College. And now that I am graduating in College, there is no particular next step like that of High School. Only one thing is for sure, it is that I am the one who’s going to choose what would be the next step. It is like I am climbing up the stairs and then, there are several branches of stairs once you reached this level. Thus, we have to make our choices, whether to run the family business, work in a prestigious company, or continue being dependent on your parents and remain to be a professional bum.

But what would be the next step for me? Will I work for this company because I wanted to gain training and experience? Will I work for them because the salary is high and the benefits are good? Or will I work for them because the job description is easy as 1-2-3? A lot of questions are running, and yes, they are still counting.

But you know what, I do not want to be a couch potato for more than one week. That would definitely bore me to death without doing something worthwhile, something that would give me a sense of purpose. In fact, I would gladly go back at the four corners of at least one of the classrooms at the Velasco hall and be sitting right in front of the blackboard. The only difference would be, I would be there not as a Student, but the one in-charge of the chalk, the lesson plan and the grading sheet.

Indeed, I would want to become a professor, but not just an ordinary professor. I do not want to be a professor whose only role is to make the lesson plan and make sure that the course objectives are met and that the syllabus would be followed according to schedule. I would want to be a professor making an impact towards the students just like some of my professors who had made an impact on me.

In the time of Estrada’s Impeachment Trial, someone said that being a Lawyer is the noblest of all professions. Pardon to the lawyers (and law students) out there, for I believe that being a teacher is the noblest of all professions.

Laugh Trip

Pag-andar ng tricyle kanina, ay may nakita akong jetski na hinihila ng isang pick-up. At ang tatak nya ay, MASTERBAIT! Hahaha! Natawa ako bigla. Alam nyo na siguro ang ibig kong sabihin. Haha.
Ewan ko ba, madalas talaga na may nakikita akong pang joke time. Pero ang sarap tumawa. Kasi nakakaalis yun ng stress.
Kaya kung kayo ay pagod na pagod, tawa lang kayo. Hehe.

Ang Napag-biruan namin Kanina..

Nagbibiruan kami kanina ng thesismates ko (hindi na bago ito dahil araw araw ay di nawawala ang laugh trip mode), pagdating daw ng August 30 (Submission ng Final Docu) eh kakain daw kami ng tig-lilimang Quarter Pounder sa McDonalds. At yung isa, sinabi naman, “hindi, kakainin natin lahat ng burger na meron sa McDonalds.”
Haha. Palagay ko, bago dumating ang araw ng graduation ay nasa ospital kaming lahat at naka-confine dahil may sakit kami sa bato o kaya naman ay dahil sa high blood dulot ng matinding cholesterol. Hehe!

Paano Nabuo ang Aming Thesis Group

Maniniwala ba kayo na ang thesis group namin ay nabuo mga ilang minuto bago ipasa ang final list of members at proposed topic? Puwes, iyan ang buong katotohanan. Naaalala ko nong incoming 4th year pa lang kami ay meron na kaming grupo noon. Sa kasamaang palad, nakick out yung dalawa naming dapat na kagrupo at tatlo na lang kaming natitira sa grupo. Pagkatapos, noong mismong araw ng pasahan ng final list ng members at proposed topics, nilapitan ako ng isa, nagtatanong kung kulang pa kami, eh di sinabi ko oo. Tapos yung isa naman nalaman niya na kulang pa nga kami ng isa sa grupo kung kaya’t dali-dali siyang lumapit sa amin para lang magkaron ng kagrupo sa thesis.

Masaya

Bagamat nangyari kahapon ang isang malagim na bagay na dulot ng isang sampal, ngayon naman ay nag-uumapaw ang puso ko sa kagalakan. Ito ay dahil sa maraming kadahilanan, mga kadahilanang hindi ko na kailangang sabihin.
Habang binabasa niyo ito, siguro nakikinita-kinita niyo na ang ngiti kong abot-tenga at ang trademark kong ngisi na paboritong gayahin ng lahat ng malalapit sa akin. Sobrang gaan ng pakiramdam ko ngayon. Tila nawala lahat ang stress sa katawan ko.

Dear Kuya Eddie

Dear Kuya Eddie,

Wala pang nakakasampal sa akin. Ngunit nitong umaga lang, ang pinakaunang taong sumampal sa akin na kung saan ay naramdaman kong masmababa pa ako sa pinakamababang uri ng hayop ay ang aking nakakatandang kapatid. Iyon ay dahil sa isang pagkakamaling na maaari namang i-wasto. At siyempre pa, maaari namang daanin sa magandang usapan, iyong mahinahon na usapan.
Pakiwari ko kanina na ako ay tinotorture ng mga pulis. Pakiramdam ko ay lalamunin akong buhay ng kanyang mga nanlilisik na mata. At dahil sa isang maling iyon ay natakpan na ang mga ginagawa kong effort para makapagtapos ng aking pag-aaral.
Pakiramdam ko kanina na hindi lang yung mukha ko yung nasampal niya. Pakiramdam ko ay pati ang aking katauhan, ang aking kaluluwa ay nasampal niya rin. Tila nagkaroon ng crack tulad sa baso ang aking pagkatao na kaunti na lang ay mababasag na.
Pero hindi ako papatinag Kuya Eddie. Hindi ako papatinag dahil sa isang sampal na iyon. Hinding hindi ko iyong hahayaan.
Napakasakit Kuya Eddie…

*sniff sniff*