Cool Media: Preparation Day

I am writing this as I feel empty and lonely, not because of the event or the company (trust me, both are pretty much okay and I can frankly say my level of indifference is at its high) but because I somehow ended up wrestling with the notion of certain possibilities and a multitude of bitter defeats.

Moving on, Khalleen slept over the night before we were scheduled to leave. The Preparatory Committee - composed of Eliza, May, Krishna, Byron, Khalleen, Jr and Charade - along with one of our speakers, Bobby something, our event adviser Sir June and that other guy I know nothing about, were scheduled to leave a day before the seminar proper. I asked to come with them because I couldn't bear to wake up early the next day (we were to leave at six in the morning).

We met in school at around one pm, left after we were all ready and arrived at the Caticlan Jetty Port at around three pm. We went up our respective rooms with Cheng, that one guy, Byron and I to sleep in one room. The girls were in another and I'm not sure what rooms Sir June and the speaker had. We had our dinner meeting... Well, Sir June and the Prep Com did with the venue director. I was eating dinner - Strawberry Milk Shake and Fries - with Khalleen and Jr. I'm not going to elaborate on anything more because it's utterly boring and I wasn't really paying attention. Or perhaps, it could just be my current mood. I'm not sure but I don't really feel like typing right now but I also feel like I should pay respect to this blog, and my writing, to continue motivating myself in a positive light while I'm still under this dreary spell of hopelessness and stuff.

I don't expect my mood to change tomorrow. By the way, I forgot: we're staying at La Carmela something-something.

Depression is sure worse than writer's block.

† Jofer

Tomorrow I'm Leaving for Boracay

Yes. Pretty self-explanatory, isn't it?

At least, Sir June, our Aklan Collegian adviser, told me there will be wi-fi. That means I can log in during the seminar proper. Not a bad idea... Not ethical but certainly not bad.

Anyways, here's an impromptu entry in a seatwork journal we were forced to write on a Creative Writing class (I want my money back):
 

Woke up at around 4am so that means I only had 2 hours of sleep. I still have nothing to show for overtime. I hate distractions.

As always I brewed coffee for breakfast, took a really cold shower to get my head working before I ran to class. Friday mornings are academically religious, though I'm not. Sir Daniel needed help with his stuff so I assumed responsibility...again.

Dropped by the cafeteria for some coffee and drove back home for some much needed rest. Someone still has her plushie on my balcony. I really need to get that out of here but for now sleep. I still have tons to do.

† Jofer

So You Think You Can Dance?

I know I can't. I definitely can't.

I'm going to Boracay during the weekends to: a.) attend the final editing of this semester's Aklan Collegian issue; b.) attend a campus journalism seminar for my Finals grade in my Mass Communications and Campus Journalism class. Because I have two events to tend to, I'll "need excellent bilocating skills", as Mr. June Mijares puts it. Aside from that, I'll also spend energy, money and pride to endure the two events. The culmination of the duo is the White Mask Party, or something along those lines, which will require me to "bust my moves". Yes. Bust my nonexistent moves.

So, if people are actually reading this narcissistic cry for attention, please do not forget me when I die of embarrassment. Remember me as...err...well, I can't really think of anything for anyone (except the people I know IRL) to remember me by. Ah, well.

Just...uhh...don't desecrate my blog, k? 

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Also, I received my first rejection from Philippine Graphic earlier. My poetry didn't cut their standards - I really should upgrade my use of imagery - but my fiction has still a fighting chance when they get sent to the Managing Editor for evaluation. I would like to thank their Associate Editor, Alma Anonas-Carpio, for giving me a chance to get published. Although I failed my first shot, this isn't the end for me. I'll continue writing until I get better and get to the end. Thank you for my support system, composed of the most insane people ever, for always being in my corner. Another day, another page in this book we call life.

† Jofer

Wing It

I just finished my two articles (Politics vs Economics and Catholic Education) for this semester's issue of Aklan Collegian. As the Feature Editor, I still need to edit the rest of my colleagues' feature articles (only a few have been sent to me as of press time) and write nonfiction or some poems to boost my literary ego.

Tomorrow, REPLIKA (the recently approved students art guild of which I am the President) will be holding its Tri-Discipline Workshop (on art, literature and theatre) and I'm supposed to deliver the opening remarks. Since I probably won't have any time to prepare my speech, I think I might just wing it. Introduce people to the organization, to the workshop, thank everyone and welcome them to the workshop proper... Sounds doable.

*crosses fingers*

† Jofer