Monday, October 04, 2004
THE BENEFITS OF OPTIMISM
The Damage Report - Year 3 - Ending Week #16
Background Music: "My Boo" by Usher and Alicia Keys
NOTE: This is a weekly blog entry that summarizes a series of events of a finished week in and around La Salle.
In the past six days...
Monday - Breach of Deadlines
Tuesday - Loser versus Loser
Wednesday - Head Segment Producer
Thursday - Making an amphitheater complex
Friday - At least my part is done
Saturday - The Opening Billboard
Weekly recap!
Monday - Breach of Deadlines
- Started the week feeling "distracted"
- Recitation in COMPJOURN was a bitch
- Consecutive presentations in MSAD was boring
- LS2 layout begins on schedule, photos missing!
Tuesday - Loser versus Loser
- Practice and recording of "Bakla, Bakla... paano ka ginawa?" part 2
- We fought against the other losing group on "Chika Politika"
- Deadlines cleared for ENGL125 requirements
- Went to HF to edit more LS2/HF3 articles
- Watched FDC's "Kalipay" with Leah, Heidi, and Eric
Wednesday - Head Segment Producer
- Did nothing in RTV Newswriting but edit more HF articles
- Practice for NPD TV News program happens in the afternoon
- Despite senseless stress from other members of the production crew, I manage to organize the segments by collaborating with the majority
- Went with Hero and Tope to finish our proposal, but we couldn't finish it
- Multiple events take place on-campus in the evening
- Pop Band's "Amplified" at the Grandstand, FDC's finale of "Kalipay" at Tanghalan, COS's "Oist!" at Lake Park, and Chorale's Recital at the Alumni Building
Thursday - Making an amphitheater complex
- Rested in the morning from all the stress
- Finished my formal report on blogs, last minute
- Rushed to ENGL125, took a long quiz that i didn't study for, but it was easy
- Spent the evening with Hero and Tope on finishing our proposal
- Ate with Hero at "Tuding's" (former location of NETOPIA) for dinner
- Finished the proposal in the dorm
Friday - At least my part is done
- Attended REED105, topic of the day "Homosexuality"
- Tried to do the shooting for the OBB, but Abbie and Franco were called for a last minute coverage of the CISAA at the Oval
- Had a dialogue with Ayesha (director) regarding the OBB, segments
- Went to HF, disappointed my deadlines were not met by some editors
- Overnight at the dorms, watched the remaining episodes of EVANGELION
Saturday - The Opening Billboard
- Shot the OBB with Franco, Rona, and Abbie at the MPR
- Ate lunch with Rona, Ryan, and Jerson at Jatayna's
- Met up with Naice during her Theater practice at JFH 401
- Went home
***
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you?
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me...
To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over?
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With the big fake smiles
And stupid lies
While deep inside your bleeding
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me...
To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
No one ever lied straight to your face
No one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy
But I'm not gonna be ok
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work
It was always there
You don't know what it's like
What it's like
To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
WELCOME TO MY LIFE. Simple Plan.
***
Breach of deadlines
"Some of the section editors don't take you seriously."
This is what someone close to me said at HF this past week. I couldn't help but think about that statement and say to myself that I'm not going to be the nice guy. I'm a nice person, but if there's a deadline to be met it should be followed.
What hurts the most is when someone you think should be one of your closest friends in college looks at you like a rock or an object at HF. We have different writing styles and if this person doesn't like mine why doesn't this person give me a constructive criticism instead of just staring at me. I'm disappointed even more when I'm not given an article to write about in a section I can call home.
Another one is just so f---ing irritating. Pasaway pa siya. I read an my evaluation as a Senior Staff last year, and one editor commented that I need to be FIRM and that I need awarness in social issues.
I'm aware in social issues now. And I'm not going to be the simple nice guy "editor" which is an element of the PERSONAL spectrum. In the PROFESSIONAL spectrum, you get things done regardless of whatever lies in that PERSONAL spectrum. And more specifically in the mechanics of newspapers, YOU LEAVE YOUR EMOTIONS AT THE DOOR AND GET THE JOB DONE.
***
Technical Writing as the wildcard
With all the requirements in my majors right now, Technical Writing was enough to topple me over this past week. I managed to finish the formal report on my own (without my partner, who I dropped) and the proposal with Tope and Hero.
The long quiz I couldn't study for on Thursday which the professor was taunting us on was like milk, bread, and cheese. Parts of it was multiple choice and the identification part was common sense. The enumeration might kill me though.
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Our TV news program
For NPD I got involved in a stir of words with other members of the production. I was a team player as I coordinated with the other segment producers and helped them organize everything into a good program. Then other people in the production grew upset that things wearn't going the way they wanted... add to that the absence of our director because she was performing at "Kalipay"... it was just a mess.
I kept a positive attitude though most of the time. Perhaps it was there because I still felt good with optimism that our production will be great. If not that, because someone in our production just gave me that fighting spirit...
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More pictures of the good ol' simple days of college...
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The benefits of optimism
I'm possessed with positive thoughts. I'm so knocked down already by the requirements of various majors. I think I find inspiration in that drive to continue. I don't believe in horoscopes and other signs... because I think it's all just some invention or something. But I ask myself from time to time why do I feel like I AM GETTING SIGNS?
I see the name of someone embedded in texts that I read on television and on products. I've seen my favorite number "13" more times recently than ever.
I keep thinking that stupid pen holder with details on being a CANCERIAN which I got in Baguio is actually starting to haunt me. One part says there "You will experience a lot of hardships and heartaches, but in the end will be a flash of brilliance and success..."
I really do hope that's true. For a year I've been experiencing these hardships and heartaches. For me, being single is no fiesta.
Having loved someone who wasn't good at registering any feelings towards you drived me crazy.
Loving someone else who you get mixed signals from drives me even more crazy.
God help me.
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