I was cleaning up my bookshelves and found this worn-out notebook where I used to write down my journals. It was dated five years ago, before there were blogs...

CIRCA 2000, DBTC.

"Once Again, I find solace here in my ever trustworthy notebook. I was reading through my previous entries and I honestly don’t remember what it was I was talking about.

I remember the last poem I wrote. It was my ‘poetic’ suicide letter – which is not real incase you are wondering. I wrote it when I thought I was going to fail my Computer Programming test. Guess what… I didn’t fail at all. In fact, I got 51 out of 60 – quite high as a matter of fact.

Today I watched the Blair Witch Project. My friends and my siblings did not like it. I thought it was great. I sympathized with the Michael character. He’s ordinary and true. I’d probably act like him if I were with them. Also, call it fetish or whatever but I really like the idea of women who are insubordinate and men who sometimes gets scared. Nothing sexual here – I just like things going beyond the society’s norms.

I am scared of a lot of things yet I don’t let it show. Perhaps this is why I idolize men who can admit their fears. Yins and Yangs.

Last Wednesday, I submitted my term paper in Theology. My sister told me that my project was pathetic. Come to think of it, it really was. And alas, another reason to be angry at myself. Why didn’t I put much thought into it? Anyway, what’s done is done. I can’t change things now.

I was thinking of exercising the artistic side of my brain. I even opened the option of transferring to Fine Arts. Of course, my parents will surely be against it – and so will be the rational part of my brain.

This coming week is Finals Week and I haven’t reviewed anything at all. Well, I’ve already made up my mind – today, I’m just going to relax and prepare myself for review tomorrow.

It’s been a really long time since I’ve written something down on the journal. Just to sync up, I’m at the second semester of my third year in college. This means, a few months from now, I’ll be up another notch. But that isn’t as easy as it sounds – I’ll have to go through a lot of pain and discomfort to survive (like dealing with several unusual people, and not being able to watch my favorite TV shows! Ha, ha, ha… Poor me.)

My life sure is different. Some may feel envious of my status, some may think I live an easy life, ha, believe me… there’s nothing to be envious about here."

Time sure is fast.