Saturday, July 26, 2003
THROUGH THE STORM
The Damage Report - Year 2 - Ending Week #07
Background Music: That One Nescafe Song (Full Version)
NOTE: This is a weekly blog entry that summarizes a series of events of a finished week in and around La Salle.
YOU would easily notice how similar that one Nescafe Commercial tinted in blue about heavy rains and the entire Men's Dormitory complex reacting by drinking coffee is similar to what happened in our dormitory earlier this week. "Walang pasok!" could have been anyone's line at the dorms. Well, no one was drinking coffee. But the mood was there. So were classes.
I had no idea a super typhoon had swept across northern and central Luzon. Super Typhon Harurot left my classmate Ate Angge stranded in Pangasinan. Heavy rains brought down leaves and branches from the trees. And to say, the campus often looks like a nature reserve and 80% of the time as you scroll the campus grounds, you're head is under a big tree.
Monday to Wednesday of the Perfect Storm
The streets were a mess with those branches and I was walking as fast as I can. I lost my umbrella somewhere in my room and I haven't had the chance to find it.
I moved in on Monday night and I was awake until 4 o'clock in the morning typing up my PERSONA article for the Heraldo Filipino's La Salleno, due out ASAP. I woke up on Tuesday morning rushing to Speech and preparing to dub "Shrek".
Wilda was absent, so it was just myself, Tintin, and Ate Jo. We recited and Ms. Ongcol even gave me a compliment. I thought I did "just average" but as the speech lab emptied... she suddenly called out my name and said that I did good. I didn't believe her at the same time I accepted the compliment so it would make me a bit happy in a not-so-happy time.
Other things on the first school day of the week... um... well... people noticed my haircut. I got mixed reviews. But most of them were positive. I was confused because the last time I got a haircut I trimmed a lot of my hair and no one noticed. I just had my bangs trimmed a bit and everyone noticed it this time. Weird. But thanks to everyone who gave me a compliment, I need more of them these days to keep me afloat and not sinking in emotional waters.
Results rolled in for the Preliminary exams and I am greatly disappointed in all subjects. Greatly. It's such a disappointment perhaps that's one reason I opened up to drinking a bottle of Vodka Cruiser. Drinking is bad and shouldn't be the answer to any problem. But, I just wanted to try it. Heheh.
Tuesday night and we ate out as a tropa. I invited Tony to come along. After we ate at McDo, we were on our way back to La Salle. Brian and Kyle decided to buy some VCD movies (pirated movies) across the street so we waited in front of the newly constructed (at the time, still in finishing stages) Red Ribbon near Waltermart. It started to rain so as we waited we were under only two umbrellas. We were just joking lightly about Tony might have an attack... and then after a few minutes of other talk and waiting... Tony collapsed right there!! It was raining... It was night time... and we wearn't near any bed...
Good thing we were huddled together under the two umbrellas. That saved us the mess of picking up Tony from the wet and dirty sidewalk of that part of Dasmarinas. Len immedietly called for a tricycle and Basil and I lifted Tony. I was with Tony inside the tricycle as we rushed passed the Hospital (UMC) to the campus so we could get his medicine. Bringing him to the UMC would mean we would have to wait for more than an hour and go beyond interviews just to straighten Tony up. Instead, since I knew he was already having his check-ups and taking his medications and since these attacks were frequent... I rushed him to the dorms.
There, we lifted him to F1 and it was chaos. Dorm mates where outside... people from building A that I didn't know. Weird though. I met someone from A3 (room opposite our back window) and I met Kate Mamon's chatmate on the web, Aaron (of A10). I also met Iam of A10. Talk about the weirdest time to meet people.
Tony regained consciousness and I had him sleep over in F3 where we could watch him. Alex went home as usual on Tuesday nights.
I panic'd of course since this was the craziest collapse to ever happen so far... but now it reached a point where I can control my emotions and instead channel them to do something good and productive.
Wednesday morning came and I couldn't attend the screening of Tatarin, which is the movie that BROADJOURN2-1 is going to re-enact for the Buwan ng Wika Parade and Competition at the Rotonda. I found out later the screening was cancelled. Oh-khay.
I went to class and found out it was at the Cabuco viewing room in the old library. I went there and we had our class in the air conditioned facility. In Art Appreciation, we had this pop-bonus-quiz in which our scores would be added to our Preliminary Examination paper. She was disappointed in some of the results. *Hides from Ms. Oliveros*
Speaking of Ms. Oliveros, not only as an art professor, she knows style. I swear, everything that woman wears looks nice on her. I could swear she wore a violet top to match her violet plastic folder during our meeting on Friday. She has good taste. She should take this as a compliment! Heheh.
Wednesday night involved the tropa eating at InaZalle. There, our menu was suddenly slammed onto the table in what would be the most un-noticably way. They suddenly tapped me and asked directly "Who was with you last time you ate here... they spit gum on our floors."
I love the food at InaZalle. I love the service. And I could understand their anger, I mean, I would also be angry. But I go to InaZalle with different groups of people. My classmates. My dorm mates. My tropa. Why are they putting up such anger in front of these innocent friends of mine. Karl and them have never eaten at InaZalle I think...
The last group of people I was with at InaZalle was with my dorm mate from last year, Mark. Together with his Room mates Andrew (remember his name for later) and Dong. And with Dong was his Sister in PolSci3-2 and her room mates. Get my point? I barely knew those other people.
I was frustrated that they would question me before I even picked up my spoon and fork. They could have saved it for after I ate. But it didn't work that way. I wrote this on their feedback form.
Thursday and Friday the Sun Shines Through
Anyways, on Thursday I watched the dubbing thing and got a warning from Ms. Ongcol about being late. I know she hates those who are late-comers... but I'm sorry, her subject is like first thing in the morning and I sleep late with all these things to do. I'm sorry Ms. Ongcol... I will wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning if you want. I don't want to be late. I don't want to ruin what could be a good and improved grade in your class. Heheh.
Thursday was Thursday and I got to see my grade in Computer. Although it was better than expected, she gave me a 11/10 in one exercise (I smiled when she told me that)... I think it falls below what I really want. All my grades are at least one whole GPA-point lower than what they should be. I'm aiming for 4.0 in Computer... is that still possible with a 3.0?! That speaks for all subjects. Especially Retorika and Comm. Theory.
The tropa ate at KFC on Thursday night and when I returned to the dorms, I ran into Dennyboy in F7 taking care of a Tony that just collapsed again... or, well, fainted... since he wasn't having an attack... but more of just faint wherein he couldn't move to lie down properly on his bed.
We spoke for awhile... the three of us. Then R.K., who had a fever the past week... visited F7 and lied down on Jason's bed. Jason, went home since he himself had a fever. Dennyboy and I played nurse to the both of them. We all exchanged jokes at the same time. I stopped at one moment during all the laughter that I was in a room filled with not a single person from last year's dormitory bunch. Meaning... good job on interacting with the neighbors George!
Eventually they all fell asleep and I went to my room to groove to the good music of Stacie Orrico. I'm into her songs "Stuck", "I Promise", and "Instead" in which I already imagined how the video could look like for that song. Hahaha.
Friday morning and I woke up 5 minutes before 9 o'clock. I immedietly jumped up. I DON'T WANT TO BE LATE AGAIN... LAST TIME I WAS LATE, I WAS CONSIDERED ABSENT!! I DON'T WANT TO RUIN WHAT COULD BE ANOTHER GOOD GRADE!!
I rushed as fast as I could and I knew I wouldn't make it. However, it wasn't all in vain since Julius (who I always encounter at PLS during my PE time) happened to be waiting outside. From now on, I have someone to walk with in going to PLS which is a whole kilometer away almost. I hate walking alone in my green DLSU-D PE shorts... ugh. Thanks Julius.
I rushed to class and up the stairs to see my classmates holding their hands up in this weird position and moving to Italian folk dance moves. And to see that our instructor was absent and substitute instructor quite the opposite of our middle-aged fitness lady. The instructor was this young fitness guy cheering my classmates on.
The moves were slick and ok. Funky and quite different from the ones we'll be doing for our Egyptian dance during the competition. I hate to call my class Foreign Folk Dance... it sounds boring. From now on, I'll call my PE... EXOTIC DANCE. Naks.
After PE, I turned down an invitation by the rest of my circle of friends in going to Ate Angge's house (like good ol' times) and watch a movie (My Best Friend's Wedding). Instead, I went to the dormitory and changed and joined Eric, Keith, Rona, Krystelle, and Joy in Square Canteen for Brunch. I hanged out in the HF Office the rest of the afternoon until class in REED103: Church and Art Appreciation.
We went to class and we had sharing in REED103. That's where I heard Meann's problem. She makes all my problems look like little ants. I'm praying she'll continue to be strong and keep running fast and be victorious in track and field. For her varsity and the scholarship with it is the hope and light for her studies... and for the rest of her family.
After class it was Art and we discussed about SCULPTURES. After Sculptures, class ended and we all went out own separate ways. I returned to the dormitory and then to the Heraldo Filipino and then to my dorm. I decided I didn't want to go home. It was the first time that I decided to stay at the dorm for Friday night and not go home. With all the family problems last weekend, I wanted to just minimize time in the house and enjoy it at the dorm.
The population at the dorm was nearly non-existant. Aldrich and Mik where in F5 still. Lance was in F4. And I invited Mark to join me in F3. Kevin was also around. We all ate out at Hidden Tapsihan and at 7-11 I bought that Vodka Crusier melon-flavor bottle (Php 60.00) for myself. Kevin bought one as well... blueberry flavor.
Let's just say: "Kevin and I drank it later."
I was tipsy at the dorm. It was for the first time I felt tipsy enough to notice that what I was seeing was like 1/1000 secs slower than usual. Like that one camera lens effect in a video camera. I wasn't drunk though. I've never been drunk before since I don't drink to that limit.
Once again I say, DRINK MODERATELY!!
Mark told me about his room mate Andrew. Andrew came from a Seminary and he also has a balikbayan background since he spent his childhood in Libya. Andrew, by all means to all the people he encounters, is one hot guy. I can't believe I just said that. I'm not saying I sexually think he's hot... but it's the whole damn truth and I envy him! Even guys know it. So if guys could think he's that attractive... girls should get the impression by now that a lot of girls like him. A LOT. Hella-of-alot! So much his new prepaid was depleted in four to five days with those countless txtmates.
Now what the fuck am I talking about? Well, Andrew is a very nice guy. He comes from a Seminary for goodness sakes. The thing is though... his room mate Mark has been extra concerned by the dangerous influences that girls and gays have over him. It's starting to concern me. Andrew is one of my newly made friends in college... and it feels like we're losing him to the temptations. I was angered when Mark told me that some girl was teaching Andrew how to smoke.
She's teaching him how to smoke? That bitch. Let me at her! Andrew can smoke if he wants to, but he doesn't smoke as far as we all know... so we're getting the impression that the halo hanging above his head is starting to evaporate.
We should watch over him like his older brothers, that's what I told Mark. I don't want to invade on his privacy or his college life too much... but if he's the Crush ng Campus who turns girls on even more when they find out he's from the seminary... and he's being tempted by others... we, as his dorm mates and friends... must protect him at all costs.
Mark and Kevin played Magic Cards and I fell asleep. Saturday morning came and I couldn't wake up in time to go to the Registrar and retrieve the Certificate that states I'm a full-time student of DLSU-D. I was picked up at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
And another cinematic week passes by...
The Damage Report - Year 2 - Ending Week #07
Background Music: That One Nescafe Song (Full Version)
NOTE: This is a weekly blog entry that summarizes a series of events of a finished week in and around La Salle.
YOU would easily notice how similar that one Nescafe Commercial tinted in blue about heavy rains and the entire Men's Dormitory complex reacting by drinking coffee is similar to what happened in our dormitory earlier this week. "Walang pasok!" could have been anyone's line at the dorms. Well, no one was drinking coffee. But the mood was there. So were classes.
I had no idea a super typhoon had swept across northern and central Luzon. Super Typhon Harurot left my classmate Ate Angge stranded in Pangasinan. Heavy rains brought down leaves and branches from the trees. And to say, the campus often looks like a nature reserve and 80% of the time as you scroll the campus grounds, you're head is under a big tree.
Monday to Wednesday of the Perfect Storm
The streets were a mess with those branches and I was walking as fast as I can. I lost my umbrella somewhere in my room and I haven't had the chance to find it.
I moved in on Monday night and I was awake until 4 o'clock in the morning typing up my PERSONA article for the Heraldo Filipino's La Salleno, due out ASAP. I woke up on Tuesday morning rushing to Speech and preparing to dub "Shrek".
Wilda was absent, so it was just myself, Tintin, and Ate Jo. We recited and Ms. Ongcol even gave me a compliment. I thought I did "just average" but as the speech lab emptied... she suddenly called out my name and said that I did good. I didn't believe her at the same time I accepted the compliment so it would make me a bit happy in a not-so-happy time.
Other things on the first school day of the week... um... well... people noticed my haircut. I got mixed reviews. But most of them were positive. I was confused because the last time I got a haircut I trimmed a lot of my hair and no one noticed. I just had my bangs trimmed a bit and everyone noticed it this time. Weird. But thanks to everyone who gave me a compliment, I need more of them these days to keep me afloat and not sinking in emotional waters.
Results rolled in for the Preliminary exams and I am greatly disappointed in all subjects. Greatly. It's such a disappointment perhaps that's one reason I opened up to drinking a bottle of Vodka Cruiser. Drinking is bad and shouldn't be the answer to any problem. But, I just wanted to try it. Heheh.
Tuesday night and we ate out as a tropa. I invited Tony to come along. After we ate at McDo, we were on our way back to La Salle. Brian and Kyle decided to buy some VCD movies (pirated movies) across the street so we waited in front of the newly constructed (at the time, still in finishing stages) Red Ribbon near Waltermart. It started to rain so as we waited we were under only two umbrellas. We were just joking lightly about Tony might have an attack... and then after a few minutes of other talk and waiting... Tony collapsed right there!! It was raining... It was night time... and we wearn't near any bed...
Good thing we were huddled together under the two umbrellas. That saved us the mess of picking up Tony from the wet and dirty sidewalk of that part of Dasmarinas. Len immedietly called for a tricycle and Basil and I lifted Tony. I was with Tony inside the tricycle as we rushed passed the Hospital (UMC) to the campus so we could get his medicine. Bringing him to the UMC would mean we would have to wait for more than an hour and go beyond interviews just to straighten Tony up. Instead, since I knew he was already having his check-ups and taking his medications and since these attacks were frequent... I rushed him to the dorms.
There, we lifted him to F1 and it was chaos. Dorm mates where outside... people from building A that I didn't know. Weird though. I met someone from A3 (room opposite our back window) and I met Kate Mamon's chatmate on the web, Aaron (of A10). I also met Iam of A10. Talk about the weirdest time to meet people.
Tony regained consciousness and I had him sleep over in F3 where we could watch him. Alex went home as usual on Tuesday nights.
I panic'd of course since this was the craziest collapse to ever happen so far... but now it reached a point where I can control my emotions and instead channel them to do something good and productive.
Wednesday morning came and I couldn't attend the screening of Tatarin, which is the movie that BROADJOURN2-1 is going to re-enact for the Buwan ng Wika Parade and Competition at the Rotonda. I found out later the screening was cancelled. Oh-khay.
I went to class and found out it was at the Cabuco viewing room in the old library. I went there and we had our class in the air conditioned facility. In Art Appreciation, we had this pop-bonus-quiz in which our scores would be added to our Preliminary Examination paper. She was disappointed in some of the results. *Hides from Ms. Oliveros*
Speaking of Ms. Oliveros, not only as an art professor, she knows style. I swear, everything that woman wears looks nice on her. I could swear she wore a violet top to match her violet plastic folder during our meeting on Friday. She has good taste. She should take this as a compliment! Heheh.
Wednesday night involved the tropa eating at InaZalle. There, our menu was suddenly slammed onto the table in what would be the most un-noticably way. They suddenly tapped me and asked directly "Who was with you last time you ate here... they spit gum on our floors."
I love the food at InaZalle. I love the service. And I could understand their anger, I mean, I would also be angry. But I go to InaZalle with different groups of people. My classmates. My dorm mates. My tropa. Why are they putting up such anger in front of these innocent friends of mine. Karl and them have never eaten at InaZalle I think...
The last group of people I was with at InaZalle was with my dorm mate from last year, Mark. Together with his Room mates Andrew (remember his name for later) and Dong. And with Dong was his Sister in PolSci3-2 and her room mates. Get my point? I barely knew those other people.
I was frustrated that they would question me before I even picked up my spoon and fork. They could have saved it for after I ate. But it didn't work that way. I wrote this on their feedback form.
Thursday and Friday the Sun Shines Through
Anyways, on Thursday I watched the dubbing thing and got a warning from Ms. Ongcol about being late. I know she hates those who are late-comers... but I'm sorry, her subject is like first thing in the morning and I sleep late with all these things to do. I'm sorry Ms. Ongcol... I will wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning if you want. I don't want to be late. I don't want to ruin what could be a good and improved grade in your class. Heheh.
Thursday was Thursday and I got to see my grade in Computer. Although it was better than expected, she gave me a 11/10 in one exercise (I smiled when she told me that)... I think it falls below what I really want. All my grades are at least one whole GPA-point lower than what they should be. I'm aiming for 4.0 in Computer... is that still possible with a 3.0?! That speaks for all subjects. Especially Retorika and Comm. Theory.
The tropa ate at KFC on Thursday night and when I returned to the dorms, I ran into Dennyboy in F7 taking care of a Tony that just collapsed again... or, well, fainted... since he wasn't having an attack... but more of just faint wherein he couldn't move to lie down properly on his bed.
We spoke for awhile... the three of us. Then R.K., who had a fever the past week... visited F7 and lied down on Jason's bed. Jason, went home since he himself had a fever. Dennyboy and I played nurse to the both of them. We all exchanged jokes at the same time. I stopped at one moment during all the laughter that I was in a room filled with not a single person from last year's dormitory bunch. Meaning... good job on interacting with the neighbors George!
Eventually they all fell asleep and I went to my room to groove to the good music of Stacie Orrico. I'm into her songs "Stuck", "I Promise", and "Instead" in which I already imagined how the video could look like for that song. Hahaha.
Friday morning and I woke up 5 minutes before 9 o'clock. I immedietly jumped up. I DON'T WANT TO BE LATE AGAIN... LAST TIME I WAS LATE, I WAS CONSIDERED ABSENT!! I DON'T WANT TO RUIN WHAT COULD BE ANOTHER GOOD GRADE!!
I rushed as fast as I could and I knew I wouldn't make it. However, it wasn't all in vain since Julius (who I always encounter at PLS during my PE time) happened to be waiting outside. From now on, I have someone to walk with in going to PLS which is a whole kilometer away almost. I hate walking alone in my green DLSU-D PE shorts... ugh. Thanks Julius.
I rushed to class and up the stairs to see my classmates holding their hands up in this weird position and moving to Italian folk dance moves. And to see that our instructor was absent and substitute instructor quite the opposite of our middle-aged fitness lady. The instructor was this young fitness guy cheering my classmates on.
The moves were slick and ok. Funky and quite different from the ones we'll be doing for our Egyptian dance during the competition. I hate to call my class Foreign Folk Dance... it sounds boring. From now on, I'll call my PE... EXOTIC DANCE. Naks.
After PE, I turned down an invitation by the rest of my circle of friends in going to Ate Angge's house (like good ol' times) and watch a movie (My Best Friend's Wedding). Instead, I went to the dormitory and changed and joined Eric, Keith, Rona, Krystelle, and Joy in Square Canteen for Brunch. I hanged out in the HF Office the rest of the afternoon until class in REED103: Church and Art Appreciation.
We went to class and we had sharing in REED103. That's where I heard Meann's problem. She makes all my problems look like little ants. I'm praying she'll continue to be strong and keep running fast and be victorious in track and field. For her varsity and the scholarship with it is the hope and light for her studies... and for the rest of her family.
After class it was Art and we discussed about SCULPTURES. After Sculptures, class ended and we all went out own separate ways. I returned to the dormitory and then to the Heraldo Filipino and then to my dorm. I decided I didn't want to go home. It was the first time that I decided to stay at the dorm for Friday night and not go home. With all the family problems last weekend, I wanted to just minimize time in the house and enjoy it at the dorm.
The population at the dorm was nearly non-existant. Aldrich and Mik where in F5 still. Lance was in F4. And I invited Mark to join me in F3. Kevin was also around. We all ate out at Hidden Tapsihan and at 7-11 I bought that Vodka Crusier melon-flavor bottle (Php 60.00) for myself. Kevin bought one as well... blueberry flavor.
Let's just say: "Kevin and I drank it later."
I was tipsy at the dorm. It was for the first time I felt tipsy enough to notice that what I was seeing was like 1/1000 secs slower than usual. Like that one camera lens effect in a video camera. I wasn't drunk though. I've never been drunk before since I don't drink to that limit.
Once again I say, DRINK MODERATELY!!
Mark told me about his room mate Andrew. Andrew came from a Seminary and he also has a balikbayan background since he spent his childhood in Libya. Andrew, by all means to all the people he encounters, is one hot guy. I can't believe I just said that. I'm not saying I sexually think he's hot... but it's the whole damn truth and I envy him! Even guys know it. So if guys could think he's that attractive... girls should get the impression by now that a lot of girls like him. A LOT. Hella-of-alot! So much his new prepaid was depleted in four to five days with those countless txtmates.
Now what the fuck am I talking about? Well, Andrew is a very nice guy. He comes from a Seminary for goodness sakes. The thing is though... his room mate Mark has been extra concerned by the dangerous influences that girls and gays have over him. It's starting to concern me. Andrew is one of my newly made friends in college... and it feels like we're losing him to the temptations. I was angered when Mark told me that some girl was teaching Andrew how to smoke.
She's teaching him how to smoke? That bitch. Let me at her! Andrew can smoke if he wants to, but he doesn't smoke as far as we all know... so we're getting the impression that the halo hanging above his head is starting to evaporate.
We should watch over him like his older brothers, that's what I told Mark. I don't want to invade on his privacy or his college life too much... but if he's the Crush ng Campus who turns girls on even more when they find out he's from the seminary... and he's being tempted by others... we, as his dorm mates and friends... must protect him at all costs.
Mark and Kevin played Magic Cards and I fell asleep. Saturday morning came and I couldn't wake up in time to go to the Registrar and retrieve the Certificate that states I'm a full-time student of DLSU-D. I was picked up at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
And another cinematic week passes by...
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