Friday, December 17, 2004

Leaving. Living.

Amian has just finished packing and is set to go to Baguio.

Jeiel had left for Paco before the frisbee game was finished.

Royson has gone to SC (that's the UP Shopping Center beside the dorm) to buy something before he goes to Quezon.

Jef has decided to sleep at his friend's house tonight before he goes to Bicol.

JP-Polsci and JP-Philo have both left early--they must have arrived in Sorsogon and Sultan Kudarat at the time of writing.

Luther and Jason are going to Tuguegarao and Balanga anytime because they had taken their Math 53 exam early this morning.

There's one thing in common in each of them, though: they're all going home today.

My dormitory is now a place that looks uninhabited. It looks like that to me; there's not a soul to be seen. Of course, this one's hyperbole, but the sudden turn of the date has ushered in this tremendous, albeit short-lived, change. That noise--so characteristic of the Basement Corridor--is for now non-existent. I could actually hear my voice echoing whenever I talk to someone. The silence is deafening: it spells loneliness and solitude.

I am going home tomorrow--that's definite. It's going to be three days aboard the ship and somehow, I feel more excited in taking the trip than getting back home. Still, I am going home. Ah, South Cotabato. God is to be thanked for this opportunity to spend my Christmas break with my family. I have dormmates who won't be able to.

Tomorrow, I shall add to my above-written list:

Lance has signed-out; he's now going home. At last.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

to be left behind when everyone else slowly filters out of the dorm is lonely. it gives the most of us a sense of listlessness, and we feel like we're missing something. oh well.

have a merry Christmas!

Mon Dec 20, 07:57:00 PM GMT+8  
Blogger ad said...

Who posted the first comment? Introduce yourself.. hehe. I feel the same, actually. It saddens me so much that in three short months we're leaving. For good. The future is inevitable: we separate ways, never 'to be one' again. But as the Preacher said,
"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven... a time to weep, and a time to laugh... a time to mourn, and a time to dance.." Let's just make the most out of the time we have left. And remember each other when the harsh waves of time have weathered our faces and our memories.

Fri Dec 24, 01:50:00 PM GMT+8  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

whoa! Basement boys from the year 2004. Hi! I'm from 2011. LOL :D

i recommend a blog to make you nostalgic. :)

Mon Jan 16, 01:57:00 AM GMT+8  

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