These are some of the people who made me the way I am. Unfortunately, I have lost touch. One is just a face on Facebook. And the other two are just nowhere.

1. Mafhel Dimaano

Mafhel and I became close when she came bouncing in our sophomore year as a transferee all the way from New York. She's a New Yorker when we were all friekin fourteen year olds with teen angsts and our face were a chock full of zits. She was a bomb at that time. Note that we were mostly provincial and conservative Catholic Highschool girls with no idea what a lipgloss is. Mafhel swept all of us. She had big boobs. She wore short flowery skirts. She even wore eyeliner in school. She was the first ever to sport a Jansport backpack in our batch. And she spoke real English. The popular girls from our batch were threatened by her presence because of her cup size. I thought she would come to terms with her popularity and just hang out with the rest of 'em cool girls. Well, whaddya know? She hang out with me.  We clicked. She likes poetry and she made me read Little Women even before it was required to read. She likes to hike and loves yellowish lugaw (rice porridge). She handed me some clothes that 'liberated' women wear and even offered me to buy a see through bra from Victoria's Secret. After a year or so, she went back to NY. I miss her and all her quirks.  She sent me Jell-o from time to time.  She's now based in NY and i don't know if she has plans to come back here.


2. Marie Mamawal

Mam Marie is my college professor. She reminds me of myself at the height of my lunacy. I was never really the chikadora type or sipsip kind of student to her but i think she grew fond of me. She offered me a job on TV while i was still all over our thesis and wanting to graduate. She's the reason why I am here right now working for local TV. I don't know why she has this utter faith in my capabilties in every work that i do.  She treated me like a daughter and gave me rakets that made me a better person. She believed in me. We had some sort of falling out because of the way I ran my life but then it was just normal. She went to Cebu and back. I heard she's in ABS now but i really want to see her and just hang out.

3. Merv E.
Merv. Hahaha! Merv the nerve! He was my unofficial boyfriend in college. The weirdest of them all. The one who broke my heart. It's all under the rug now. I bet we can be good friends. We never really had this closure thing going on. I remember the feelings i had for him back then and it was just so.... surreal. He gave me yema as a sign of his attraction and photocopied short stories of authors i like for me to read as a sort of panliligaw back then. We had the most untypical relationship. He was this artsy fartsy kind--- silent and brooding, bands and music high, artist poet ek ek.

He made me kilig. And i just love kilig stuff done in the most unconventional way. That was then. I just have this habit of rekindling old feelings but separating the person from the feeling. People should try that so there won't be issues of not getting over. You just rent the feeling because it makes you feel alive and you concentrate on what you just felt. An emotional masturbation of sorts.Our episodes together would be smack down were very 'indie film' if i were to describe it. Where could he be now? Last time I saw him was in a Japanese Film Showing while I was 6months pregnant with my hubby. It's soooooo Merv. Nothing has changed.