Sunday, August 31, 2003
THE ROMAN GOD OF WAR
The Damage Report - Year 2 - Ending Week #12
Background Music: "God Put a Smile On Your Face" Coldplay
NOTE: This is a weekly blog entry that summarizes a series of events of a finished week in and around La Salle.
MARS was up there and on Wednesday night we were at the Rotonda gazing at it. I was with Badge, Ayesha, and Apple. Later on Abbie, Lance, Kevin, John, Gaile and Basil joined us. Mars was this orangy reddish dot in the night sky that refused to shimmer as much as the distant stars did. Just looking at it gives you this feeling that you're looking at something important. That we're looking at something that is about to become a part of Human History.
Enough of the Twilight Zone music and back to work. The entire week was for the Midterms and I end it more disappointed than ever. A weak Prelims and now a tragic Midterms... would only mean the Finals will be nothing but a battle field in a number of subjects. I remain confident I can work things out for the Finals, that is, as long as I can reduce the temptations.
I've spent the past two terms of the First Semester exposing myself to both more work and more play. In the Preliminary term, it was about jumping into the new school year and already have so many things to do on the first day. I managed to catch up to what I had set myself up to but then comes the Midterms and I completely lost balance and then a chain reaction happened.
I lost balance and it started in the Heraldo Filipino after having eight articles stack up on top of each other. I originally had five, but a sudden eight and a one week deadline made me want to just swim in a bottle of ice cold liquor. (Taking note: That as of this day and as much as I've drinked a bit frequently... I. Have. Never. Been. Drunk. ...Yet.)
So there, I lost my balance in the Heraldo Filipino and it was like a snowball effect from there. Soon, my mind was totally off guard for the AB Comm Channel's shooting schedules. Then, there goes the Academic situation where my mind crashed with information overload. It was crazy. It was madness. And for one moment, I actually wanted to just stop.
For a split second, a part of me wanted to shift to AB Communication. For that split second, which for someone could also represent a whole eternity, I was tired of journalism. I was tired of seeing the dull gray newspaper and the same bad news all the time. I wanted to return to the art of film making and study that. I wanted to splash color onto the lives of many with advertising. George Putong of COM2-1. Wow.
*The record wraps up*
Back to reality. I think it's just an information overload. I've been at it (writing articles) for over a year now and it's been non-stop. There's always deadline after deadline and I wanted to break free of it. I envied watching my dorm mates this past week playing video games inbetween there examination periods. They went sound tripping in their rooms while I was there lying on my bed exhausted like always.
I think now that I've experienced writing in Broadjourn, I think I know what I dislike and like. I dislike journalism if the issue is always the socio-political economic corrupting bullshit kind of thing. You're excused from my bad language here. I want to write about lively things, happy things, and spread the good news. At the same time I want to write for news... but I want to write good news. Bad news sells... yes I know. But I'm sure there's a certain kind of good news I can write about that will inspire others to think positive about their lives and encourage themselves.
I think I'm going to turn down as much as possible articles that I have no interests in. Ate Precious of Fiat spoke to me and she told me that writers today have lost their passion to write. My course is greatly related to the art of writing news and that passion I thought I had isn't passion... it's frustration.
So, my goal now in Broadjourn is to concentrate on Broadcasting of the news. I don't see myself working at a broadsheet in the future. I would rather bounce off FHM as a writer there and continue my studies on International Media or something... the "work my way up the chain" kind of thing. ^_^
I'm mainly referring to my News Feature. It's about corruption in the government which is actually quite overstated already. Students hear about it in the news on television or in the newspapers... why read about it again in the Heraldo Filipino? I love our paper, it's won top prize two times consecutively at the CEGP Convention... and the content is highly informative. But please, can we add the spice and get every student interested in dissecting the whole paper and not just the komiks and kampusapusapan? Maybe someone from the HF is reading this, but when we all gather together for a storyboard meeting I'll start speaking up about these things.
Woah, I've said a lot already. I've made posts everyday this past week since we surfed outside every night. It's become a nightly routine now to compliment the Tropa night outs. Well, I guess I've said what I wanted to say so that should conclude things... here.
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Day 1 of the Midterms - Shock Therapy (or browse down below)
- From missing an exam due to a changed schedule to breaking the rules with the stubs at the University Registrar, this day had it's share of deeds and disasters... and let's not forget it also had the exam in Constitution.
Day 2 of the Midterms - The Kitten Died (or browse down below)
- From waking up to the news that the kitten in the room mysterious died to spending a total amount of Php 1,151 at an authentic Japanese and Korean restaurant down the road, this day had wasted food and expensive food rolled into one.
Day 3 of the Midterms - Wishing on a Planet (or browse down below)
- Surfing at the "Nero" DSL-Internet Cafe for the fourth day in a row didn't sway the problems of an unfinished article and a chain of bad reviewing. Insanity. Madness. Frustration. and Mars.
Day 4 of the Midterms - The Hardest Things (or browse down below)
- The two hardest exams of the week all on the last day and still the problems existed. The problems in the tropa, in my own life, and everything else all sank deep. The unfinished article transforms me into a registered Frustrated Journalist. And... to drown all the work and no play by officially starting Final Fantasy X in Lance's room.
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Title Explained: The Roman God of War
There are still problems within the tropa and within myself. Lately I've been resenting someone I actually care for. My subconsciousness is taking over and I'm hoping it goes away along with the red planet as Earth continues orbiting the sun. I mean, this past week I've felt bitter to someone... more than ever before. I told this to Abbie so she knows what I'm talking about.
It's like he has problems and as his friend I want to help him out, but when I approach him I feel like he wouldn't listen to what I'm saying since the opinion of his closer friend is worth more than what I'm saying. So eventually I would feel useless in the long run. And then there goes the lack of balance this person has with his relationship with others; but this person is just being himself and I accept people for who they are. But then again he says things and apologizes for things and then I hear the phrase "All Words and No Actions" repeating in my head. This is the first time I've felt bitter and cold to someone that I should be totally okay with. Eshada.
I'm trying to find my understanding of my friend here, it seemed to have gotten lost somewhere in the puddles of rain down that long, long street. If anyone out there can help me here... (*ahem* ...tropz?) ...leave a reaction below or talk to me in person. I need your help.
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