As I walked away from the CMC building, a freshman stopped me to ask for directions. He showed me a map of the campus, then I traced the way he has to go. We started talking about UP and how hard it was to get from class to class when he said…”Ano’ng course mo?” I looked at the building right beside us and smiled. “Maskom.”
Two things I pondered on after that conversation:
1. Damn. I can finally give a straight answer to that question. I have wished for this course in every birthday candle, every 11:11, every stray eyelash, in every coin tossed at some fountain. After two years of not knowing what on earth I was doing. After two semesters of taking courses outside my curriculum, never really belonging to either college. After getting weird looks during enlistment, never really certain if I was taking the right classes. After having to deal with the not so friendly people in the offices, overcoming my great dislike for phone conversations with strangers, lining up the whole day ala American Idol for an interview. The anxiety attacks. The really bad anxiety attacks. The countless walks between Econ and CMC and the university cashier, then back again (which are just a trillion miles apart). Micah and I always thought there was something poetic about the School of Economics and the College of Mass Communication being at the opposite ends of this street. We finally got to the other side.
annnd 2. I am such a bad direction giver. I said a silent prayer and hoped that he didn’t get lost.
I’ve been going through a Tempura Roll phase for quite some time now…and by ‘phase’, I mean, I’m trying to find the best Tempura Roll my iskolar allowance could buy. Kudos to the humble Shopping Center’s Mashitta—I seriously think they’ve beaten most Japanese restaurants out there.
View from ate Joy’s hospital room. We wanna go home :(
But…Yey for free wifi— I’m able to download random camera apps like this one!
How often do you see a seal out in the wild? This is just precious. And will you look at that—the seal is smiling :)
New Zealand 2008
My college professors, immortalized in my notebooks.
aitherios asked: I miiiiss you, YoYoYorli! Now it's my turn to stalk you. HAHAHA.
Some call it stalking, I call it love>