Wednesday, April 21, 2004
TWO YEARS OF THE JOURNAL
Today marks two years of keeping and maintaining an online journal. It's pages and pages long now about my life since I started college. If only there was a way to tell myself to start blogging years before with my memories and sentiments back then still preserved here.
I'm at JFH 208. Our professor is out. My class is here surfing and we're working on our newsletters with Adobe Pagemaker. I'm just surfing around the web to pass the time. I've decided to revive the layout I worked on for JOU-LOGS during COMM145 last semester. Then I will replace the articles there with fresh ones for a summer edition and submit that as my newsletter. My other classmates here are working on current events as their themes for the newsletter project. Eric is working on a Tennis newsletter.
I wish all our classes were in air conditioned labratories such JFH 208. Two of my three daily subjects this summer are in air condtioned rooms and it's the first time we have access to JFH 208 which is supposedly the computer lab exclusive to the Communication Arts Department.
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Sir Atienza was absent today and we didn't have SOSC107 this morning. I joined Arjay, Natz, Jhen, and Tope in returning a book to the library and eating outside at Georjops. I waited for Eric and the other half of my classmates to be dismissed from Newswriting and Editing (Batch 2) and we all ate out at Waltermart.
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YOU'RE NEVER ALONE
Last night after I typed the entry "Questions, Summer Heat and Coconuts" (see previous entry), I walked out of NEBO alone into the streets at night. I was going to meet Aldrich at Waltermart. He went ahead to get his shoes from his friend Cesar. I thought I was alone as in really alone.
So many jeeps passed by but I didn't get into them because they carried a few triads... or three suspicious looking guys arranged in a triangle position in an empty jeep. Those are holduppers, not to be paranoid. I walked closer to a crowd of students and suddenly one of them called my name. "George!" and it was Jerwyn Bautista, the incoming President of VPAPU (my former org) and my batchmate when I was in VPAPU. He was with VPAPU and they were all going to Hubsite for a drink.
Once again I missed them. Seeing my batchmates in VPAPU (Batch 7) now holding the top positions of an organization makes me feel like I've missed a lot (and yes, I have missed a lot in VPAPU). Jerwyn joked inside the jeep that I have plans of returning. They won't drop it! I can't return anymore as much as I'd want to. I don't know why.
It felt good to see people I was familiar with. I was alone again crossing the street near AMA Cavite Campus near Waltermart. I was passing by Red Ribbon emoting... even looking at the exact spot where a friend of mine last year suffered heart pain and collapsed on a rainy evening (the 2nd parking spot from the right at Red Ribbon) when suddenly someone called my name again. "George!"
It was Oliver. He went outside of Red Ribbon just to catch up on some things like about the current happenings at HF. He was with his USC friends.
I finally got to Waltermart and sat down inside McDo. I txt'd Aldrich I was there and then as I was waiting, my head suddenly just turns to look at someone walking outside in the hallway. It's Ms. Mahsa Sigari! My professor in COMM101 in which she expressed her grave disappointment over my grade with during the 1st Semester of 2nd Year. Ever since, I've never been able to look at her in the eye because I do feel guilty with a low grade in that major. She smiled and I smiled. Wheew.
I thought I was going to be alone after surfing at NEBO. I wasn't. It's probably God's way of saying "You're never alone..." when you think you are alone.
I don't like that feeling of being alone. It just depresses me. I'm tired of being an hopeless romantic guy. I want to be in love with someone. I want someone to love me just as intimate. What's wrong with me?
Bull.
Today marks two years of keeping and maintaining an online journal. It's pages and pages long now about my life since I started college. If only there was a way to tell myself to start blogging years before with my memories and sentiments back then still preserved here.
I'm at JFH 208. Our professor is out. My class is here surfing and we're working on our newsletters with Adobe Pagemaker. I'm just surfing around the web to pass the time. I've decided to revive the layout I worked on for JOU-LOGS during COMM145 last semester. Then I will replace the articles there with fresh ones for a summer edition and submit that as my newsletter. My other classmates here are working on current events as their themes for the newsletter project. Eric is working on a Tennis newsletter.
I wish all our classes were in air conditioned labratories such JFH 208. Two of my three daily subjects this summer are in air condtioned rooms and it's the first time we have access to JFH 208 which is supposedly the computer lab exclusive to the Communication Arts Department.
***
Sir Atienza was absent today and we didn't have SOSC107 this morning. I joined Arjay, Natz, Jhen, and Tope in returning a book to the library and eating outside at Georjops. I waited for Eric and the other half of my classmates to be dismissed from Newswriting and Editing (Batch 2) and we all ate out at Waltermart.
***
YOU'RE NEVER ALONE
Last night after I typed the entry "Questions, Summer Heat and Coconuts" (see previous entry), I walked out of NEBO alone into the streets at night. I was going to meet Aldrich at Waltermart. He went ahead to get his shoes from his friend Cesar. I thought I was alone as in really alone.
So many jeeps passed by but I didn't get into them because they carried a few triads... or three suspicious looking guys arranged in a triangle position in an empty jeep. Those are holduppers, not to be paranoid. I walked closer to a crowd of students and suddenly one of them called my name. "George!" and it was Jerwyn Bautista, the incoming President of VPAPU (my former org) and my batchmate when I was in VPAPU. He was with VPAPU and they were all going to Hubsite for a drink.
Once again I missed them. Seeing my batchmates in VPAPU (Batch 7) now holding the top positions of an organization makes me feel like I've missed a lot (and yes, I have missed a lot in VPAPU). Jerwyn joked inside the jeep that I have plans of returning. They won't drop it! I can't return anymore as much as I'd want to. I don't know why.
It felt good to see people I was familiar with. I was alone again crossing the street near AMA Cavite Campus near Waltermart. I was passing by Red Ribbon emoting... even looking at the exact spot where a friend of mine last year suffered heart pain and collapsed on a rainy evening (the 2nd parking spot from the right at Red Ribbon) when suddenly someone called my name again. "George!"
It was Oliver. He went outside of Red Ribbon just to catch up on some things like about the current happenings at HF. He was with his USC friends.
I finally got to Waltermart and sat down inside McDo. I txt'd Aldrich I was there and then as I was waiting, my head suddenly just turns to look at someone walking outside in the hallway. It's Ms. Mahsa Sigari! My professor in COMM101 in which she expressed her grave disappointment over my grade with during the 1st Semester of 2nd Year. Ever since, I've never been able to look at her in the eye because I do feel guilty with a low grade in that major. She smiled and I smiled. Wheew.
I thought I was going to be alone after surfing at NEBO. I wasn't. It's probably God's way of saying "You're never alone..." when you think you are alone.
I don't like that feeling of being alone. It just depresses me. I'm tired of being an hopeless romantic guy. I want to be in love with someone. I want someone to love me just as intimate. What's wrong with me?
Bull.
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