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Friends are a life's riches

Nothing is more important than time, time spent with people whom you have spent time with one way or another.

In good times and bad, you know they are there to lend a hand, or an ear.

Time may be the best present you can ever give a friend. In whatever season.

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I miss my Liz Claiborne purse–black, leather, sleek, and expensive. But I don’t miss it because of its physical attributes. I miss it because of the love and memory attached to it. It’s a gift for Christmas given by my dearest and my most beloved person on earth. It meant so much to me because it was a gift.

I miss my Giver’s Gain notebook jacket–black, leather, neat, and fits most notebooks. I miss if because it was a gift, given by the word-of-mouth business networking group, Business Network International (BNI). It meant so much to me because it reminded me always that networking is good for you as a human being and a business being.

I miss my banig make-up kit and coin purse–multi-colored and really functional. I miss them because I got it from a city down South, a place that I could easily adapt to.

I miss my Parker pen, my Chastity perfume, my business card case. Never mind the ATM card and the checkbook.

love-without-conditions1Most of all, I miss my Love Without Conditions, Reflections of the Christ Mind, my Bible of sorts–never parted with it, except when I wanted to lend to a friend. Love Without Conditions, a book by Paul Ferrini, was given by my friend Edlynn to my daughter Diwata. I read it too, and I had the nerve to keep it like it was mine! The book gave me everything I needed in times of joy, jubilation, validation, doubt, defeat, fear, sorrow, etc. It was a diamond mine, nothing compared to it when I needed to clear my head and heart of so many things unimportant.

I miss them all, which were contained in the Liz Claiborne purse, because I lost them all to a theft one evening. I was a fool to leave the purse inside the car, which was parked in one of the streets in Quezon City. I thought it was heavy to be bringing along when all I wanted to do is to wind down after tough day.

I hope the theft read Love Without Conditions. I hope he got some inspiration there. I hope he read the chapters there and learned from them. I hope he was enlightened. Too bad if he didn’t.

Like I told my friend Lucia: Material things are nothing. I may have missed them for a while, but now I learned that I can live without them, and that the memory will live on.

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This picture had been on my mind for as long as I can remember. In this, I was not a year old tomorrow, January 3, 1963, but barely three months old.

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This is a four-generation photograph of my father’s family, the Santa Cruzes, including my late great grandmother, Lola Sela, [center, seated] in my grandmother’s side, the Licups and Maristelas.

Second from the left is my father, and beside him is my mother carrying me! This photograph, which is in the possession of one my aunts [leftmost, on the floor], is 46 years old, taken in the Santa Cruz home in Masbate by the lone Eclipse photography studio. We had better keep a digital file of this. Thanks, Aunt Anita!

I am the first-born granddaughter of one of Masbate’s more prominent physicians, the late Dr. Pablo “Pabling” Ferrer Santa Cruz, Sr., whose wife, the late Rigoberta “Ritzing” Licup Santa Cruz, was a pretty pharmacist, had a set of fingers that were so candle-like. Together they set up a medical clinic and a pharmacy on Quezon Street, one of the main thoroughfares in Masbate. I remember being there in the Farmacia Ritz in my elementary days, watching everyone tend to the customers–the medicines then had generic names, until medical representatives from Manila came to see my Lolo and leave tons and tons of “samples.” I also remember seeing patients come to my Lolo’s clinic, watching him treat them. Very vivid to me until now is the white, rectangular pot that he used to sterilize instruments including needles and scalpels and what have you. Tambay ako sa klinik niya noong bata pa ako.

I grew up in this big house, with my lone uncle and aunts, them taking turns in feeding me, or taking me to the movies, or just taking me along wherever they went. I remember the first tune I learned to sing as I was learning to play the guitar was “Can we stop and talk a while” by Jose Mari Chan, which was often sang by my Aunt Tita.

That Santa Cruz home on Quezon St brought me up, along with the good food, Santa Clause surprise visits, for-rent comic magazines which my Lolo was opposed to, even the spanking when I went home late from school.

There are more memories to tell, but for now, I am grateful for having born into this family. I always thought it was cool to be a Santa Cruz. And it is.

Happy New Year to all!

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I saw my alma mater today, not intentionally though, as I accompanied my daughter to attend the general assembly of UST scholars. She, a Sto Tomas scholar herself, was to contribute to the program by rendering a few songs.

I was reminiscing, being seated in the Medicine Auditorium, which during my college days was a rare place to be. This afternoon was quite a privilege for me to be there, listening to my daughter cover Norah Jones amidst hundreds of other scholars. That my daughter would be on stage in this auditorium never crossed my mind. I would not have the chance to even think it, as I went through five grueling years of engineering studies.

Batch ’84 of the College of Engineering will be silver jubilarians next year. Twenty-five years it has been indeed when I left the university with a degree in Industrial Engineering. I don’t exactly remember the circumstances when I left it, because I did not join the graduation rites. I have no memories of it. I was not there. I will make sure that my daughter, and all my children, go through this rite of passage. Memories are good to go back to during this season for homecomings.

ust-main-library_blog-copy1Strolling in the campus today made me realize how lucky I was to have attended the university.

The main library was really a pretty sight; I wish the Main Library already stood there when all I wanted to do then was be in a library. The campus has changed so much.

I will be going back there soon when we celebrate our 25th year homecoming next year. I am pretty guilty for not having been very active in the meetings my batchmates are having these days. As a silver jubilarian, I should take responsibility, because we are tasked to put together the event!

Despite my countless absences, my batch mates have expressed support for my very personal project to donate 100 bags to the underprivileged school children in Masbate. In fact, they have given more than 50 bags already! Homecomings are seasons for gift-giving indeed.

Thank you, my dear batch mates.  See you soon.

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