What does one write about on a rainy evening like this? My mind gets stalled not by lack of what to say but how I am going to say something interesting enough to merit even just one reader’s eyes.
On a night like this, I take momentary pleasures dwelling in a world of remembering the not so distant past. At least that would provide a change to the inane and inconsequential things one thinks about on almost any night but a rainy one.
I just enjoyed browsing three filled notebooks of previous writings and quotations from my readings from way back. The beauty of reminiscing and getting in touch with the old self, the beauty of rediscovering how life was many decades ago. I even found drafts of letters to friends during my college years. And I found these, two black and white pictures with Dad and my youngest brother. I had a good laugh at my brother’s bell-bottom pants and my short skirt (so seventies). Never mind, these were our school uniforms at the University of Santo Tomas four decades ago. I just want to share them here, I am afraid I may misplace them again.
There is something so nostalgic about black and white or sepia pictures of long ago. And I remember these because my dad received a gold medal as exemplary employee of the university. That is why, the four of us kids (my three brothers and I) studied in UST from high school to college and my two kids are Thomasians too. I am grateful though and proud of being an alumna of the oldest existing university in Asia. In terms of student population, it is the largest Catholic university in the world in a single campus. The Pontifical, Royal Catholic University of the Philippines, that’s UST for you.
I started reading Captains and the Kings by Taylor Caldwell, another historical novel that reminds me so much of Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes and Trinity by Leon Uris. I am always fascinated by Irish-American history.
What book are you reading now?