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~ vendredi, décembre 23, 2005 ~

Why do I even have this blog? I've had it since August 25th, 2002. That's over three years worth of posts in here. I've recorded my high school life, my college life, my life in general, randoum thoughts, my days, randoum news, and commentary. I've grown and developed a lot over the past few years.. matured, you might say! Three years ago, I wouldn't be able to recognize myself now.
So is this blog being finally shut down? Well, I've been considering putting away that stylo and journal, packing up that valise, pushing in that chaise, gulping down the last bit of coffee in that tasse, and closing down this site. But then I realized that I've been writing in this café for far too long. Much of the stuff in Café de Terrasse was written for others to read, some stuff was written for myself too. Nevertheless, this blog serves as a record of the changes and milestones in my life.
I have one more milestone to add...

A few hours ago, I told her how I felt.

Goodnight.

~Benjamin 12/23/2005 04:18:00 AM
~ mercredi, décembre 21, 2005 ~
So my friend Lisa last night, she was driving through an intersection in Irwindale when a semi big-rig hits the back driver's side of her little Ford Focus. The car spins one hundred eighty degrees clockwise and skids through the intersection!! No witnesses stop to help her!! They just drive on by! That's ridiculous!!!
Praise God, she's safe now.

In other news, I got my very first speeding ticket on Sunday. Dang highway patrol.

~Benjamin 12/21/2005 12:21:00 AM
~ mardi, décembre 20, 2005 ~
Ok, weird experience:

I was visiting my high school yesterday and it was oodles of fun! Dr. Brown invited David and I to lunch with all the teachers in the teacher's lounge! It was really weird at first walking into the cafeteria without waiting in line, getting salad, and having it all paid for already. And sitting in the teacher's lounge at the teacher's table, chatting with them like they were human beings! Unbelievable.. I was like a rabbit in a fox's den. I met new teachers, socialized with them.. I guess it's practice for when I enter the teaching world. David was the tense one.. he didn't eat nothin and laughed at every teacher's joke- even when they were lame and stupid. It was awesomeee. The students prolly think we're a bunch of total nerdy traitors.

Anyway, that's not the weird thing. What's weird is when I visited Dr. Brown (my former AP English teacher). We got to talkin and she asked me, "So, is there a special significant other in your life?" and I was like, "Eh, not right now but I'm working on it." Then she was like, "So is it a guy or a girl?" and I thought she was joking so I laughed but she was like, "No, I'm serious, are you interested in men or women?" I said, "Women, Dr. Brown" and she was like, "Well I always knew you were the Class Metrosexual." I was like, "wait, whaa?"
Then we were walking to lunch after her 5th period class and she introduced me to some students like this: "Hey, have you met Benjamin? He was the Class of 2003 metro." It was really quite odd.. a little embarassing, not-offensive, but hrmmmmm...
So yeah, that's my weird story.

...

WHAT THE HECK!?

~Benjamin 12/20/2005 11:26:00 PM
~ lundi, décembre 19, 2005 ~
Coming from morning Mass yesterday, I was walking with my parents to my car when these two old nuns, who I've never seen before, came up to us and gave my parents hugs. In a sudden moment, I caught the eye of the older nun who, with her index finger pointed in my direction, just right-out said, "This one is going to become a priest." I was rather surprised, taken aback. In my mind I was thinking, "is this sister a prophetess or something?" Sister Antoinette of the Sisters of the Divine Master. I don't know what God is calling me to do, but Sister advised me to explore all the different vocations. Scarryyy... and yet I know there's a reason for everything.. who knows! Maybe it's not for me! sigh* I don't know what I want to do anymore. I don't wanna make the wrong decision for my life.. who does? But this one is going to need a bit of prayer fo sho.

~Benjamin 12/19/2005 10:25:00 AM
~ dimanche, décembre 18, 2005 ~
"People of Duarte, I have returned!" Oh man, I totaly forgot there was a world outside of school and Newman! I have family; and back-home friends; and hot diggity, I got my culture. So I tell people that Christmas season is a busy time for me, and it's pretty much true.. every night, something happening. I barely arrived yesterday and I'm starting my 9-day novena of Simbang Gabi.. a Filipino tradition of going to Pilipino Mass every evening for 9 nights before Christmas. It's soo beautiful and I'm glad I still remember how to sing the Tagalog hymns. Makes me miss being Filipino.. something I don't really feel when I'm up in Davis.
Keeping myself busy.

~Benjamin 12/18/2005 12:46:00 AM

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