Journal # 6: “My Hero”

Stressed. That was the best way to describe my day. Finals nothing but finals. Time seemed to be slipping faster. The days and nights grew shorter. The deadlines started racing towards me. I was in panic. Choas ruled my world until Cosmos came around in the form of two people. They saved me today. Knocked some senses and drove me to try and still have hope.

Jacob I’d say he didn’t really know that he did. But just the fact that he kept my head working. He kept my creativity flowing by asking me to produce storyline after storyline for the role play. It kept my brain alive. Despite the stress and the exhaustion, he still kept me going. The  fun conversations, the amazing ideas and also a bit of support here and there. He helped in contributing to keep my creative juices, the source of my projects, flow. So I could safely say he is my hero.

Marlon, the other one who helped me survive throughout the day. He put up with all my ramblings, complainings and rants. He allowed me to pass on my burdens to him, so I’d feel lighter. He cheered me up with a few jokes and also kept me on my feet. He kept me fighting the stress, the exhaustion and also the want to give up.

Those two saved a damsel in distress, they are knights in shining armor. They are my heroes.

They both really pushed me to work harder and that I can do it. Even though time was against me. They became my pillars of support to get through the day, to get through all the stress and the for helping me stand when I fell. They pushed me to do what I had to do. It was a remarkable experience. Having 2 knights by your side to accompany you and to have them push you through the darkest of days. I am really thankful.

Journal 5: “Rendevouz”

I’ve always enjoyed Bisita Iglesia for the fact that the churches and cathedrals we visit always captivate me. The beauty of the churches and the art always caught my eyes. Among all the churches we visit I always favored “The Cathedral” the size itself makes me stare at it for quite a while. The design and architecture always mesmerizes me. Well, not only the church but the place where it is too. Intramuros is historical. The guards who still walk those streets, still wear those old fashioned uniforms. Just standing there  made me feel the history of the Philippines. Somehow whenever I walk there I feel proud to be a Filipino.

Walking in those huge doors of the church makes me feel like I’m stepping into a new time, a new age. An age of elegance and art. It feels like I walked along side the people of the renaissance. It is indeed such an amazing and uplifting experience. I always marvel at its grandeur, I usually find myself standing in the center of the aisle basking in the elegance and radiance of the church. It makes me feel grand. My eyes usually can never stay in one spot always shifting from one amazing peice of art to another. Every part of that church looks grand no matter how old it is already. Being in that church makes me experience history.

Journal # 4: Looking at Myself

I saw her again, the girl. The girl with short hair and crimson frames. Her eyes always having that longing gaze, her lips so thin and dry. I always see her. She always passes by me. Looking very casual, in her shirt and pants or shorts get up. Nothing extravagant. Sometimes I even see her rushing inside the building with hair still wet and uncombed. She always has headphones or earphones on. Most of the time she spaces out. Maybe she’s thinking of something important. She enters the school with a certain frown. Though she smiles when she comes across people she knows. Oh, she always wheres sneakers. Sometimes I think she doesn’t have any other kind of footwear. It’s funny how she stubbornly sticks to the same get up no matter what fashion style comes into the season. I guess that’s just the way she is.

She always seems uninterested when you first see her, I think some say she’s a snob. But when I see her with her friends, she doesn’t seem snobbish at all! Her real smile appears when he arrives. They’re always together. The have the same classes and all that. They’re pretty sweet. Most of the time I see her playing video games in class, or in the cafeteria, a total video game geek.

Here she goes again, blogging her heart out. Talking about someone and also what she has experienced. She probably thinks the world’s against her or something. Sometimes I wished she’d lighten up a bit. It actually fun to see what she’s writing, she always making stories up about this Jin character and the character’s love interest, Kaidou. She’s always planning out what scene happens next and what she wants to happen. I think she’s hopeless romantic.

She’d probably be surprised to read this. I mean, how could some stranger write this much about a person when they never really met or even spoken to each other. She’d probably freak out and say I’m a stalker.

That’s who she is, the girl with crimson frames.

Journal 3: Perfect Strangers

I was on the bus home that night and there was this guy who caught my attention. Well, he wasn’t striking really, it was just that he was…different in a way. He looked like he was in his 20′s, the typical teenager who goes with the fashion of today. He had peircings yet his just had this plain white shirt on. He had an air of class with him. Not the typical commoner I would say. He looked pampered. Really pampered. Nails that was obviously cut at a salon, hair gelled neatly in place.

Based on what I’d observed a guy like him, had a room that could be comapred to a bachelors pad. A sleek design. Neat and simple. Though you could say his simplicity, was also luxurious. He could be rich, so a room filled with branded items. A king-sized bed all for himself. Silk sheets and feather pillows. I’d say he’d have a nice oak study table, with a sleek black laptop on it. He’d probably have closet filled with suits and fashionable branded clothes and a whole shelf of shoes. It would probably have a walk in closet too. He’d have his own bathroom with a bath tub. With marble table tops and ivory sinks. Gold faucets of maybe just those silver ones but they never rust.

I could see that he was conscious about his appearance, so I’d guess there’d be a mirror in his room. He had the look of intelligence also, a book shelf  would also be in his room too, filled with his favorite novels, most probably about mysteries and myths. He’s the type of guy who has a lot of friends so his room has bean bags to accomodate his friends. His room would have nice big black framed windows and an oak door with a gold door knob.

Journal 2: “Did You Know That?”

Today it only rained in our place when I reached Baclaran, the roads were dry. It was like entering a new dimension.

Today I spent the day with a friend and usually, when it’s the first time I meet them, I’m so shy but today I was really really really talkative. I felt I knew her for such a long time!

I was given a “joker” card by a friend, I procrastinated the whole night, pure coincidence?

A lot of people were very mean to me, they really hurt my feelings today.

Journal 1: “A Day in the Life”

“Can’t I hold on to you forever?”

She left that day.  They felt empty no matter what they held, it never felt the same without her within their grasps. They missed her. They missed the warmth she brought, the smoothness of her skin, the very feeling of her heartbeat against the tip of their fingers. They cried that night, their faces buried beneath the pillows. Their master fast asleep but dreaming about her. They, on the other hand, could not sleep.

Discomfort

“Tell me about it,” she remarked with such a peaceful smile on her face. What more was there to do or say in that case. He was troubled. He looked at her, teary eyed and talked. Problems only he endured, problems he didn’t want to face at all. On that night, all she remembered was the sound of the heavy rain slowly engulfing her. Her senses numb, her thoughts disorganized as he looked back at her crying. She wrapped her arms around him unable to mutter anything at all. She just held him in her arms hoping maybe he’d feel what she wanted to say. “It’s my stop.” he said softly as he wiped away the tears, he got up and left without even looking back to wave goodbye. She gave out a sigh then looked out the window. The rain hasn’t stopped at all. Still so cold and uncomfortable just like the eyes that looked at her that very same night.