get the fuck out of my head. please. stop haunting me.

some people are bound to be missed. even if they should not be. and i know that it can be unfair, but it is something uncontrollable.

yeah baby!!!!

TAPPY IS WORKING AGAIN!!! TANG INA. HE IS BACK! AND WE'RE MAKING LOVE!!!

thanks Sam. i owe you a lot. :D

broken glass, broken blow

For me, this applies.  One of the markers of growth is death. You know you’re growing when people around you start dying. Today, I know I have grown because I lost a mentor, I lost a friend.

I am known for being mischievous and for bending the rules. He was one of those people who allowed me to be that part of me. During laboratory classes, he would welcome me to his work area and he would let me smoke away. We would discuss about my family, his family, and most of all, he would squeeze a lesson or two on the nature of his work.

I liked him a lot. We were pals. Sometimes when I got bored or I had nothing to do, I would pay him a visit when he is working and he would allow me to help him out in what he was doing. If I was lucky, I could take home a treat - once he made me a cat figurine in just a few minutes.

Known to many as simply Mang Nato or even the Glassblower, to me he was one of the kindest and most generous people in the Institute of Chemistry (IC). If I broke a glassware, which was very often, I run to him and ask for help. He would do anything and everything in order that I won’t have to buy a replacement. And in the process of repairing, he would explain what he was doing. And in order to save some money, I asked him to make me some Pasteur pipettes from a glass tubing which I bought. He did it for free. I never was able to pay him back with a treat.

I always wanted to learn what he did. It was fascinating. He would blow here and there, snip here, cut there, pull here, twist there. It was like magic! And to add to the idea, silver dust were all over the place. Of course, they really were not silver dust, they were ‘glass dust’, produced by the breaking of thin film of glass created when heated glass is blown.

I guess IC will not be as complete without Mang Nato. It is such a loss. I don’t think anyone could be as dedicated and as qualified as he was, not only as a glassblower, a mentor, but also as a friend.

Thank you for everything Mang Nato. I am sorry for not being able to do more for you. That room beside the ChemSoc office, it shall forever be yours.