There's a meme going around Multiply where you list down 20 people in your lives and talk to them anonymously. So, let's spruce this little meme up. In the spirit of the National Thank You Day last Oct 20, here's 20 anonymous but very special people in my life that I'd like to thank. Don't worry, if you know you're special to me, you'll know who you are. =)
Photo from http://www.gheblawi.com/nostalgia.jpg
Just a few hours ago, I turned in my last-ever requirement for the sem. It was a photo-essay plate on my joyride adventure to Old Manila aboard the Pasig River Ferry boat (which can also be found here). I had mixed feelings, even though it went by as quickly as I imagined it would. Holding the piece of delicate paper on my hand, I trudged the halls of Masscomm one last time, feeling the feeling of the floor on my feet, the dirty walls, the brightly-lit corridors... but beneath all the physical traits that will make me miss CMC sorely, I believe I'll miss the CMC people more than the actual place.
I walked up the stairs, and the place was very quiet. It felt like Wednesday when half of the university doesn't have classes. Masscomm is unusually silent, like somebody just turned the mute button on. It was eerie. Masscomm is never this silent. Good thing great friends IA and Elsie (along with her boyfriend Frank) greeted me as I reached the stairs' landing, lest I cry of too much sentiments and memories of that god-forsaken place.
I opened the department's door and the usual quiet Ate Racquel greeted me with her usual stillness and impeccable silence. I rushed to the pigeon hole and dropped my plate off as quickly as I could. There. It has ended. It felt nothing. At first. Like it's just usual. Ordinary. Normal.
Maybe I forgot how it felt being free. Because right now, I feel like screaming... I'M FREE! SHET!! I'M REALLY REALLY FREE! I think I'm having a Cristina moment right now. I'm free. Damnit! Damnit! Oh, take this off! Get this off! I can't breathe!
Here's a little trivia for you: when I was waaaay younger (note: meaning a lot more innocent, a lot more naive, and a lot more vulnerable to the influences of the world, just so we're clear), I'm a die-hard fan of Hanson. My very first album, a cassette tape, was of Hanson's first-ever album. I memorized Mmmbop by heart and would blurt it out in our Karaoke all day long.
Also, I thought the Hanson brother on the keyboard was a girl, and until they grew up did I notice he doesn't look like a girl at all! Haha.
In any case, my dear friend Elsie pointed me to a rendition of Christina Aguilera's "Dirrty" by Hanson, which she so aptly described as "more sensual than Christina's version." All I can say is, I couldn't agree more!
I'm going on an adventure today! Yes, an adventure, a quest if you will. A journey towards the barren rivers of the Metro, traversing four cities and transcending all physical limitations. Can I do it? Can I take the heat? Watch this post and find out!
Haha. That was so AmazingRace-ish. In any case, I'd be going on a joyride aboard the Pasig River Ferry for my Photojournalism class. We were required to take pictures of the Environment, specifically of the Water element, and consolidate it all into a stunning photo essay.
Hmmm... anybody have an idea how much the fare for the Pasig River Ferry costs? I'm planning to start my journey in Hulo (my hometown) and end up in Quiapo then head back. Whew. Let's just hope I won't run into any trouble, and that the fare be darn cheap for chrissakes!
I'll update this post later when I've gotten all the pics I need. See yahz later!
(UPDATE) So I just got home from my joyride and I gotta say, it's been very tiring, both physically and emotionally (don't ask, I'll tell... later)
Our little sojourn to Old Manila begins at the Hulo Station of the Pasig River Ferry Lines (or something like that). It's conveniently located at Coronado cor. E. Pantaleon St., near the Parish of Our Lady of the Abandoned.
