Sunday, March 30, 2003
ATTACK OF THE TROPA
The Damage Report - Summer Recess 2003 - Week #2 of 3
NOTE: This is a weekly blog entry that summarizes a series of events of a finished week in and around La Salle.
"Why is it we get the things we want when we don't expect it to come anymore?"
STOP the presses, my emotions wrapped me and anyone who got near me this past week. I was like a baby deer walking for the first time over soft snow. I had poor control over myself the past week. I got angry, I got sad, I got happy, and I got superficially happy.
The lines between any given week the past fourteen days have been blurry. If I remember correctly, the first week of this short summer recess was one stab on a Tuesday (The JOU2-1 and COM2-4 thing) and a depleting wallet from that Friday onto last Monday. Confusing to sound, I know. Easier said, last week spilled into this week.
So without further ado, we start this week's damage report from Tuesday.
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Last Tuesday was the first day I realized I was mentally and emotionally ill. I had spent the previous four days in and around La Salle. Surviving in the dorms without any of my belongings there. Sleeping on Joel's matress and two pillows. Surviving trips to the malls with only savings in my wallet, not money from home.
Tuesday was an eerie calm. Like walking out of a crowded nightclub and getting into an enclosed vehicle. Looking out from inside and sitting there all by myself. I didn't do anything much on Tuesday other than rest at home. I had been gone from home for four days non-stop.
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Wednesday was something new. Ben planned a get-together to bring the whole "tropa" he formulated and officialized into a picture at Festival. It was a disasterious beginning that my emotions got in the way of. Lance went all the way to Tanza to accompany me in going to Dasmariñas. And well, since I would be repeating this "kwento", you can read the rest of this emotional rollercoaster by clicking here.
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Wednesday drifted into Thursday, which you can also read in that same entry. Click here.
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Friday was at-home again. Relaxed this time. After the guys left from the movie sleepover, I was in my room all Friday long just sleeping and when I got up, I jammed with music on the radio. Except Magic, since I don't really like listening to 80s music on a Friday. I was hooked to RX and LS up until the evening.
I was more in control of myself this time. The four-day non-stop stay at La Salle last weekend crashed into the eerie calm of Tuesday at home. That broke me up into depression and isolation. The two-day non-stop shorter stay at La Salle this past week didn't crash as hard on Friday. Meaning, in comparison... Friday was relaxed compared to Tuesday which was stressful and depressing.
I'm not making sense here. Let's just say I FELT BETTER ON FRIDAY THAN ON TUESDAY, both days were away from the others.
I watched "War in Iraq" coverage on CNN and watched the Smallville Season 1 Finale that I missed on Tuesday night. Afterwards followed a very interesting episode of Angel... involving Cordy and her visions. Awesome episode. It restores my faith in that show that it really is "a good show".
I surfed all Friday night and fell asleep.
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On Saturday I woke up calmly and it was a normal morning. A perfectly normal morning. I wasn't waking up to find a friend on the other side of the bed still sleeping. I was now waking up in my air conditioned room and free to relax. I had woken up to decide that staying at home would be better than rushing to La Salle to catch up with the guys on their trip to Festival once again. Click here for details.
I couldn't finish breakfast. I turned on the radio waiting to hear some songs (see "Music Picks" on the right column of this blog). After I ate Lunch, I was still on the computer surfing. I managed to chat with my classmate Kate M. for a few minutes before the air condition had to be shut off. The heat entered my room again and in the late afternoon, we were going to church.
The whole afternoon I had been waiting for my favorite songs. They only came out on RX, Magic, and LS during the last fiftheen minutes. From Jennifer Lopez's "The One" to Jason Mraz's "The Remedy" to Atomic Kitten's "Be With You"... they all came out just when I had to switch the radio off and go to church.
We went to church and afterwards we did a little groceries at RMKJ at the Bayan and across 7-11. We waited for a tricycle, and since my mom seems to be familiar with tricycle drivers from her home barangay of Julugan... she spotted some driver she knew and the tricycle came to pick us up. We went to Jollybee and had take-out although we ordered at the counter.
We went home and I started to eat and browse the channels. From Studio 23 to CNN... I checked all of them. I waited for Survivor 6: The Amazons, which was the episode the two tribes would merge to form "Jacare". I had missed two or three of the preceding episodes.
After Survivor, they showed the trailer of Charmed's 5th Season Premiere to be launched on Monday. I waited for Boston Public, as it too was now entering it's 2nd Season on Philippine Television this evening.
After laughing a few times and enjoying another good David E. Kelly episode, "Babae sa Bintana" a Studio 23 Presents movie, came on. I went surfing and I started working on the Summer Edition of Brodcst Msktir.
I have been txting Aldrich and Joel the past evening. Aldrich told me just two hours ago that his dad arrived from Singapore (like my dad will be arriving from Singapore in less than two-three weeks) and he told me he didn't go to Festival or anywhere today other than NAIA. What? Meaning, he didn't go on a date with Rona. Meaning, Ivy wasn't with Rona. Meaning, even Joel didn't go. Meaning, Karl and Brian alone with their dates? A double not group date?
Thank God I didn't have a sure date on Saturday. Or I would be going into rough territory... like, cancellation?
Aldrich will be going to his province of Nueva Ecija this Monday and he'll be returning to Guam for vacation just when I start my Broadjourn Summer Term on the 7th of April. Joel, on the other hand, has a planned trip to Baguio. He said Monday, than he said Friday (which is my enrolment for JOU1-1 Summer Term)... so he will try to keep it Monday OR Tuesday. Hopefully Tuesday to Thursday. ^_^
And as I type, Lance is probably sleeping in Ilocus. He didn't specify if it was Ilocus Norte or Ilocus Sur. I've never been there. Amazing.. how far he is now. How far Aldrich will be in a few days... how far we all are these days.
That's the past week. Emotional me. Trying to make adjustments I thought I didn't have to make. If any of you have read this far and are still confused... I posted a report on why I believe I'm like this... I posted it here. But it's such a long entry, so I'll re-post it below:
--commericial--
A bad case of being Dormsick
It's my classmates. Yep. Broadjourn. My heart is so balanced and so healthy when I'm laughing in the company of them. The little jokes to the times we'd eat at Square Canteen. The walks with Eric and Maycee to the Heraldo Office. The greetings at the dormitories to Argent, Mark, Kurt and them. The friends I've met this past year that I greet and get greeted from down that acacia avenue.
My life in College has been balanced. No one can say I am turning into a feminist guy since 80% of my class are girls. Why? I dorm in a Men's Dormitory and chill out with the guys a lot still. I have academics. I also have orgs. I write for a paper, I promote for a channel.
But what happens when I'm suddenly unprepared emotionally, physically, and mentally when things change? Academics are cancelled for three weeks. Heraldo Filipino is on a "break" somewhat. The Com CH is doing light-shootings. And the worse change of all... the dorm. Not having a dorm. When going home to Tanza is the only home to go to. Tanza's location is so off-the-main road. In Dasmariñas and in the dorm, it's living in the center of all my businesses. But living away from the center of everything is killing me.
I never prepared so this is how I feel. I'm moody and challenged. I'm confused. My hatred of commuting alone doubles my stress. It easily makes me return to my High School bad habits. Waiting for someone to come home with me. Asking someone to come home with me.
This is the backlash of dorm life. When your dorm gets pulled away from you suddenly and you aren't prepared to handle the changes, you get emotional.
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Good night everyone. One more week before classes restart. ^_^
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