Saturday, January 04, 2003
IT BEGINS WHERE IT ENDS
The Damage Report - Holiday Special - Week 2 of 2
NOTE: this is a special post to conclude the events of the past week. this is the last of a two-week Christmas Break featuring "the damage report".
The past week has been a stir of a few movies, lots of music, and of course the sounds that rocked the skies last Tuesday night. After all of that, only the music and the eerie calm after the New Year Celebrations.
My NOKIA 3350 is officially broken. I've said that many times, but I'll mention it again since it was pronounced a "dead-set" not only by Wellcom, but by the NOKIA CARE service center inside Semicom in SM Southmall last Wednesday. If the creators of the cellphone say it's dead, it's dead.
Yes, I'm saddened by the loss of such a great surviving phone. Lance said "you did take care of it.". I guess he saw that on those many days that I announced to my room mates as I left the room "I'm leaving my phone here, I don't want it snatched or get involved in a hold-up. My phone will stay right here, on our little Cell*Spot." (Cell*spot is a cellphone holder tray that Lance and I constructed by the door).
I did take care of that phone! No doubt about that. I housed it in a white rubber silicon case or whatever when I bought it. I remember back at Bryan's despidida at how people who wanted to borrow my phone got irritated at the protection of the phone... it was hard to press the buttons.
The phone did not last a year. It was a Graduation Gift for me by my parents from the 1st of April back in 2002. I was perfectly content with that phone. I wanted a phone that wasn't "demanding to be up-to-date" AND still "didn't stick out completely in the cellphone market". The NOKIA 3350, it's a 33xx that is different than a widely used 3310, and no one could really argue it being "out-dated" because it wasn't anyways, and if the 3310 becomes out-dated someday in the future, the 3350 would still "last longer". That's my theory.
But for some unknown reason, it's dead and it's gone.
Speaking of gone, 2002 has wrapped up and is over with. Sad "our" year has ended. Enough about that already, that's why I made a "Year in Review" of 2002.
In with 2003, and the past week I've been completing layout after layout after layout. I've yet to work on the A2k2 Website Splash page and place a TAG-BOARD on it, I still need to catalog a few more things, brush up on invitations for the just completed Broadjourn Yahoo! Group, and of course pack up for moving back into the dorm.
Movies watched this past week were [Moulin Rouge] and [Minority Report]. Lots of listening to Magic 89.9 also, like the "Year-end Countdown" last Tuesday night on New Years' Eve.
Two more days of Vacation... wait, let's make that one more day. Sunday is all-packing and no-absolute freedom.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually missing the guys now. Hanging out, just surviving in the dorm rooms, sleeping, waking up, walking in our uniforms up and down the hall, signing that friggin' log book all the time. I miss seeing that lame punching bag hanging on a tree in front of neighboring F4.
Those nights were we'd just go out to eat. Name the place: Fiat, Brejanah Cafe, Hidden Tapsi, Jatayna's, Waltermart McDo, Starluck, and 7-11 to name.
Basil's extremely loud voice. The way Karl would enter a room. Brian walking down the hall seriously after making the curfew just as he said good night to his girlfriend. The quiet F6... Alex playing the piano, Lance's classmate Vince studying and already asleep. JP or "the lonestar" as he'd be found in F6 (his room is F7, the "empty room" since the 2 occupants always go out). Of course, Allan, working around the clock in the room. Then of course, Francis of F2, from Davao, always visiting F3 since no one's in F2. Mark of F1, barely goes out of his room, but when he does, he can ignite extremely long conversations with people. One time Lance spoke with him in F3 last November and the conversation didn't die down until 4 o'clock in the morning. I've also been victim, Mark is practicing his english (he's in the Accountancy "Survivors" class, he made it beyond the cut, but his english is his weakness).
Then of course we enter my own room. My room mate Jan, returning from Swim Varsity training...listens to a lot of rock and alternative music. Then of course, my other room mate, Lance himself. He would be found using his computer, reading an FHM that was passed onto him, or walking around outside talking to others.
This atmosphere returns in less than three days. We'll have to wait for my "Carpe Noctem" post, the first one this new year.
Other than thinking about next week, this week itself ends with new cement hardening in our backyard as mom had a cement pathway extended up towards the part just under my air condition in the backyard.
And that seems to be it. On the next "The Damage Report", we return to normal back in La Salle as the new Midterm begins.
Title in Review: "It begins where it ended" is just in reference to how this past week was split because half of it is in 2002, and the other half is in 2003.
The Damage Report - Holiday Special - Week 2 of 2
NOTE: this is a special post to conclude the events of the past week. this is the last of a two-week Christmas Break featuring "the damage report".
The past week has been a stir of a few movies, lots of music, and of course the sounds that rocked the skies last Tuesday night. After all of that, only the music and the eerie calm after the New Year Celebrations.
My NOKIA 3350 is officially broken. I've said that many times, but I'll mention it again since it was pronounced a "dead-set" not only by Wellcom, but by the NOKIA CARE service center inside Semicom in SM Southmall last Wednesday. If the creators of the cellphone say it's dead, it's dead.
Yes, I'm saddened by the loss of such a great surviving phone. Lance said "you did take care of it.". I guess he saw that on those many days that I announced to my room mates as I left the room "I'm leaving my phone here, I don't want it snatched or get involved in a hold-up. My phone will stay right here, on our little Cell*Spot." (Cell*spot is a cellphone holder tray that Lance and I constructed by the door).
I did take care of that phone! No doubt about that. I housed it in a white rubber silicon case or whatever when I bought it. I remember back at Bryan's despidida at how people who wanted to borrow my phone got irritated at the protection of the phone... it was hard to press the buttons.
The phone did not last a year. It was a Graduation Gift for me by my parents from the 1st of April back in 2002. I was perfectly content with that phone. I wanted a phone that wasn't "demanding to be up-to-date" AND still "didn't stick out completely in the cellphone market". The NOKIA 3350, it's a 33xx that is different than a widely used 3310, and no one could really argue it being "out-dated" because it wasn't anyways, and if the 3310 becomes out-dated someday in the future, the 3350 would still "last longer". That's my theory.
But for some unknown reason, it's dead and it's gone.
Speaking of gone, 2002 has wrapped up and is over with. Sad "our" year has ended. Enough about that already, that's why I made a "Year in Review" of 2002.
In with 2003, and the past week I've been completing layout after layout after layout. I've yet to work on the A2k2 Website Splash page and place a TAG-BOARD on it, I still need to catalog a few more things, brush up on invitations for the just completed Broadjourn Yahoo! Group, and of course pack up for moving back into the dorm.
Movies watched this past week were [Moulin Rouge] and [Minority Report]. Lots of listening to Magic 89.9 also, like the "Year-end Countdown" last Tuesday night on New Years' Eve.
Two more days of Vacation... wait, let's make that one more day. Sunday is all-packing and no-absolute freedom.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually missing the guys now. Hanging out, just surviving in the dorm rooms, sleeping, waking up, walking in our uniforms up and down the hall, signing that friggin' log book all the time. I miss seeing that lame punching bag hanging on a tree in front of neighboring F4.
Those nights were we'd just go out to eat. Name the place: Fiat, Brejanah Cafe, Hidden Tapsi, Jatayna's, Waltermart McDo, Starluck, and 7-11 to name.
Basil's extremely loud voice. The way Karl would enter a room. Brian walking down the hall seriously after making the curfew just as he said good night to his girlfriend. The quiet F6... Alex playing the piano, Lance's classmate Vince studying and already asleep. JP or "the lonestar" as he'd be found in F6 (his room is F7, the "empty room" since the 2 occupants always go out). Of course, Allan, working around the clock in the room. Then of course, Francis of F2, from Davao, always visiting F3 since no one's in F2. Mark of F1, barely goes out of his room, but when he does, he can ignite extremely long conversations with people. One time Lance spoke with him in F3 last November and the conversation didn't die down until 4 o'clock in the morning. I've also been victim, Mark is practicing his english (he's in the Accountancy "Survivors" class, he made it beyond the cut, but his english is his weakness).
Then of course we enter my own room. My room mate Jan, returning from Swim Varsity training...listens to a lot of rock and alternative music. Then of course, my other room mate, Lance himself. He would be found using his computer, reading an FHM that was passed onto him, or walking around outside talking to others.
This atmosphere returns in less than three days. We'll have to wait for my "Carpe Noctem" post, the first one this new year.
Other than thinking about next week, this week itself ends with new cement hardening in our backyard as mom had a cement pathway extended up towards the part just under my air condition in the backyard.
And that seems to be it. On the next "The Damage Report", we return to normal back in La Salle as the new Midterm begins.
Title in Review: "It begins where it ended" is just in reference to how this past week was split because half of it is in 2002, and the other half is in 2003.
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