Sunday, January 12, 2003

Yesterday’s booboo.

I was running late for a class when I met an old high school friend, Doni, sitting beside my college crush.

I was excited to see Doni again and I was complimenting him on his new haircut, which made him look cute. And then I had to open my big mouth.

“Doni, pano niyo ba basahin ang name ng school paper niyo? (Doni, how do you read the name of your paper?)”

“Ay alam ko na yan, nasabi na sa kin yan ni Ronald. /Gaydon/ pala siya hindi /Gidon/. (I know, Ronald told me that already. It’s pronounced as /Gaydon/”

“Ano ba yan masyado namang nagmamaganda ang paper niyo! “ (You’re paper is so pretentious)”

At this point, my college crush smirked and then pointed to the person sitting on Doni’s right side.

“Hala! Editor ng Guidon yan. (Oh no, he’s an editor of Guidon!)”

Oops!

Then the guy said, “It’s okay, people usually make this mistake. Guidon is a Latin word.”

Somebody shoot me in the head. But I did found an ally in Zhara’s person, “Eh ano naman ngayon? Eh sa opinyon mo yun eh. (So what? It’s you’re opinion)”

Thanks. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll polish my Latin vocabulary.

F.Y.I. Guidon is the school paper of Ateneo de Manila University.
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Tomcat, my school org, is now accepting new applicants. One of the privileges of being in the core group is having the chance to interview some of these applicants.

I remember my own interview three years ago. It was the beginning of the school year and it was raining so hard. I had no umbrella and I was forced to take shelter at the front of the library building.

Then I saw, a classmate who was entering the building. I asked him where he was going. He said that he’s going to an interview. For what? I asked him. For this new organization in the campus, it’s a television station. Do I want to come with him? I said, sure why not. What have I got to lose? What about the requirements? He said I could probably hand them in later.

I took a slot, and waited patiently outside the lobby. I met a few hopefuls. Most of them wanted to become an anchor. And I didn’t want that. But they said I could apply as a scriptwriter.

My turn came and I nervously entered the studio. Four students were seating behind a long table. All of them were unsmiling and looked so serious. They asked me the usual crap. What can I offer to the organization, what are my work ethics, do I work well with a team? I’m not a writer for nothing. I would admit now that some of my answers were product of my imagination.

But I made it. I passed.

Five months later, I had access to the biodatas. They had this comment, ”Masyadong madaldal, Ok! (Too talkative)”

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