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Quick Cure for the Ailing; Salamat, Riva
June 24, 2008Whenever I feel a little low, I take mental trips to my hometown, to the stories of my childhood and teenage years. These trips do me a world of good because they remind me of the steel my strength is forged from. They remind me where and what I come from. In high school, I took brilliance for granted because almost everyone in the exclusive all-girls school I went to had it. It was only much later, after I’d seen more of the world that lay outside Bohol, that I realized how awesome the girls I went to school with had been.
The wry, witty Maxim columnist Nada-o-Nil used to walk about our school grounds wearing the thickest horn-rimmed glasses ever. Back then, she was Dinah Rose Baseleres, and she had huge teeth, and the steadiest, most unnerving gaze ever. She’d been ugly, then; it took some time for her looks to catch up with her brains. I’ve always maintained, though, that with a mind like hers, the good Lord could have given her all of Nanny Mcphee’s warts and she’d be none the worse for the wear.
Today, it was Riva who cheered me up. I read what she wrote, and I thought: heck, if we survived Mrs. G and Sister MaJud, we could survive anything — strangeness and strangers, heartbreak and loss, insecurity and pettiness, even walking on coals.
Salamat, Riva.
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hey, glad to know that my misery cheered up someone!
i just wanted people to know (at least those who care) that my life isn’t a glamorous jet setting one…anyway, come to think of it, you made me realize that holy spirit was actually a bootcamp! hahaha
YEY I GOT MENTIONED IN CHIN’S BLOG!!!! woohoo!
Posted by rivafilia at June 30, 2008, 10:15 pm