Sunday, August 18, 2002
Again and Again about those Little Things
I'll take a much needed breather from the usual "The Damage Report" and "Carpe Noctem" posts and finally post something from out of the blue. Hmmm...
The taste of Nestea Calamansi from my HS Canteen just a few months ago.
VS.
The taste of the Nestea Lemonade from the Square Canteen (DLSU-D) just last week.
How lazy it was to walk from my HS Room on the 3rd floor to downstairs and just 50 meters to the school Quadrangle.
VS.
How lazy it is to walk from JFH (our main building) to PLS (gym) at DLSU-D which is about 1.5 kilometers by my estimate.
Walking across the 3rd Floor of my HS feeling shy just walking down the hall to my locker.
VS.
Walking across the campus every two hours with lots of people coming from all places.
The wind blowing above the hot and bright cement of my HS parking lot.
VS.
The wind blowing as I walk across the Oval on a hot morning at DLSU-D.
The "walang paki-alam" Filipino teacher in HS.
VS.
The "super caring, interesting, and encouraging" Filipino professor at DLSU-D.
The feeling of uselessness in the School Paper back in HS, after trying several times to get in.
VS.
The feeling of usefulness in giving a helping hand at the HERALDO here at DLSU-D, just trying once to get in.
How simply innocent it was to commute with a best friend just two towns towards home.
VS.
How simply guilty it is to rush back into campus before the 9pm curfew for the dorm with a new friend.
The babybus way of transporting back in my HS days.
VS.
The nothing but cloggy, smoke-belching, jeepnees in the "Tondo" of Dasmarinas.
Coming home to relax and watch Cable TV back in my HS days.
VS.
Coming to the dorm to semi-relax and watch a not so clear Antenna-signal on TV of lately.
I'll take a much needed breather from the usual "The Damage Report" and "Carpe Noctem" posts and finally post something from out of the blue. Hmmm...
The taste of Nestea Calamansi from my HS Canteen just a few months ago.
VS.
The taste of the Nestea Lemonade from the Square Canteen (DLSU-D) just last week.
How lazy it was to walk from my HS Room on the 3rd floor to downstairs and just 50 meters to the school Quadrangle.
VS.
How lazy it is to walk from JFH (our main building) to PLS (gym) at DLSU-D which is about 1.5 kilometers by my estimate.
Walking across the 3rd Floor of my HS feeling shy just walking down the hall to my locker.
VS.
Walking across the campus every two hours with lots of people coming from all places.
The wind blowing above the hot and bright cement of my HS parking lot.
VS.
The wind blowing as I walk across the Oval on a hot morning at DLSU-D.
The "walang paki-alam" Filipino teacher in HS.
VS.
The "super caring, interesting, and encouraging" Filipino professor at DLSU-D.
The feeling of uselessness in the School Paper back in HS, after trying several times to get in.
VS.
The feeling of usefulness in giving a helping hand at the HERALDO here at DLSU-D, just trying once to get in.
How simply innocent it was to commute with a best friend just two towns towards home.
VS.
How simply guilty it is to rush back into campus before the 9pm curfew for the dorm with a new friend.
The babybus way of transporting back in my HS days.
VS.
The nothing but cloggy, smoke-belching, jeepnees in the "Tondo" of Dasmarinas.
Coming home to relax and watch Cable TV back in my HS days.
VS.
Coming to the dorm to semi-relax and watch a not so clear Antenna-signal on TV of lately.
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