
EARLY THAT MORNING, I remember I looked like an arsonist exuding fog-like breath from my orifice each time I exhale. The temperature was so freezing that it didn’t jibe with my synthetic-like, fitted t-shirt and black and gray vest and skinny jeans – without a jacket. I was staring at my shivering hands that I was bemused if they might wither or shrink because of the arctic climate. But still, it was just Baguio City; not the Antarctica....
I can’t believe it was more than a month ago.
November 30, 2008 was when I was about to depart from the Teacher’s Camp to traverse back to Pampanga after a four-day seminar, which I didn’t even want to attend to. I went desolately as The Pioneer’s delegate in the seminar together with the AUF-USC and all CSCs. I assumed I would feel like a tiger having a festivity with lions because I was the only member of the university publication then. However, some people made me feel befitting – the Criminology students.