Saturday, July 17, 2004


LIFE IS LIKE PLAYING PUSOY DOS
The Damage Report - Year 3 - Ending Week #5
Background Music:
"Everybody's Changing" by Keane

NOTE: This is a weekly blog entry that summarizes a series of events of a finished week in and around La Salle.




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Birthday sagasa









After Electronic Newsroom, I treated some of my friends in class to lunch at Arrozja Restaurant.





I headed to JFH 504 for Technical Writing. I was late with my assignments again.





I went to HF for Proofreading.



I had a blowout at my dorm by treating friends and dorm mates to ten grande-sized bottles of Red Horse beer.












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On meeting my Korean mom





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Strip pusoy dos

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Non-punctual

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First Issue en route

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Who-das

There was a moment this past week when I was suddenly ignited with shock about a statement someone that I consider as a close friend had made. He was talking to another close friend of mine about elements of the future which offended me because it was like he was trying to punch me in the face. I mean, this guy clearly knows that I want to be part of that "future" but he's totally shutting it out away from me. It doesn't feel good. In fact, it's the second time it's happened.

I thought this guy was a close friend of mine. I thought we'd share ideas together and support each other. But come to think of it, I think I've reached the closest I can get to this person... and the closest you can get to this guy is still an arms length away.

What is it? Did I do something wrong? Am I not that good? I'm not the best, but if you haven't known me by now I have one of the strongest support systems around. I keep thinking I'm just being challenged, and I welcome a challenge. There's no problem there.

But when the person you cheered for refuses to cheer back at you, there's a problem. I'm not mad or angry, I'm just confused.

"We're in the same combat unit. I am a medic and I am badly injured. Don't just stare at me with bullets and guns in your hands, help me."

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