The Reason Behind Journals

I'm reading an unconventional fanfiction that's like Gryffin and Sabine only the author did not use letters, but journals, or diaries, to be a little more girly. And it just occurred to me that in my 29 years, I had never, ever managed to keep a journal. I tried, like 12 times or so, and then, after 6 or so entries, I'm done. I can't even write decently (my handwriting go from good to worse in 6 entries) on it and I can't construct grammatically correct sentences. Well, what the heck,right, it's my journal and I'm the only one who gets to read it.

Oh well, now I'm wishing I have a beautiful travel journal to keep track of my photographs (which I'm wishing I have been steadily shooting), places I've been to, good restaurants, how much it costs (this is quite important), what to eat, where to go, and how to get to places. And all the other exciting times of my life (which is non-existent, maybe that's why I haven't been able to keep a journal, nothing really to write down).

I saw a travel journal in Powerbooks a long time ago, but it was 800+ pesos so no way. It has leather bindings, has a space at the top for date, lines for what you wanted to say, bottom left, it has a space for the ff:

Restaurants: ____________________
Food: __________________________
Comments: _____________________
_______________________________

And at the bottom right, there's just a big square for a space for photograph. Travel journal made easy. I think I'm going to make my own...Gah, I'll tell you all about it if I'm successful, I can't even manage to attend to and do all my school requirements, now I wanted to make my own travel journal.

If I have a journal, I'll write one of the worst blind dates in history. Last Friday night, it finally happened to me. I was quite lucky in dates, I almost always managed to get past the horrific expectations, and into at least civil, though sometimes boring conversations, to at most, having a great time. But last Friday, I went into this date with someone who my cousin introduced me to. He seems a decent enough guy, when we were exchanging texts messages, although there are already warning bells in my head for some of his remarks and replies, but I, desperate old maid that I am, ignored them, and brushed them aside. Sheesh, I'm never going to ignore my intuitions again. This guy turns out to be an arrogant creep. Keeps asking me to go to Tagaytay with him, using my car!

Thank you but no. (What kind of a jerk asks a girl out, keeps persuading her to go out of town, using her car and she will drive?!? Sometimes, the severity of the stupidity and the amount of gall some guys have can still leave me at a loss for words. Ang kapal talaga. No other words for it.) I've heard of horror blind date stories, and I'm not quite relieved that now I can make a contribution.

Just a tip to all the guys: You do not drink before a date, because for one, we girls can smell the alcohol on you a mile away, number two, you slur when you talk, and number three, it does not gives you additional courage to face your blind date, it only makes you look stupid and inconsiderate. Second tip: You do not ask a girl out to a faraway place, and tell her she has to drive and bring her car.

Grrrr....and this guy has the nerve to act like it's all my fault that the date went straight to hell because I couldn't give in to what he wants.

Glad Liza went on a blind date last night and it was great. The guy was polite, and kind and considerate, and just pushing it a little, trying to get lucky on a first date, all what a guy's supposed to be doing. Those things I can handle. Creeps and jerks who thinks they're doing all the right things when they are horrible, those I can live my life not knowing they existed.

Of course, I can't help but lecture Liza a bit for drinking too much on a first date alone with a blind date. So not the safe thing to do. One lesson in UP that I learned, girls should only get drunk with friends, guy friends and people who you trust. The golden rule my drunk dormmates pounded into our naive college girl brains. And my guy friends said that guys, no matter how nice they appear to be, will always try. It's up to us girls to make the rules. You don't want to end up with your naked picture spread around the internet the next day without knowing what happened, right? Next time, I'll try not to lecture a friend though. Just can't help it when I'm concerned, though.

Talked to my friend, Hedda, early evening last night too. I'm glad she told me her stories, as I've been feeling a little out of touch with my Kodak friends. Her, and Sarah, Stephen, and Yayin, and Joanne. I made a mistake telling her that I get tired just hearing her stories. What I mean to say is that if I were her, I'd probably asked and wrote God some lengthy notes bearing questions about what lessons to be gained from these experiences, because I need to learn them fast so no need to throw them to me one more time. I didn't mean to sound like an inconsiderate friend, who doesn't want to listen, when I really am glad of her telling me all these. Geez, sometimes, my mouth gets so far ahead of me that I can barely recognize what comes out of it sometimes.

Anyway, Liza's date gives me hope. That there are still guys out there who knows what to do. Actually, who can be a decent human being. And Hedda's story gave me caution, and just like her, I think I won't settle for anything less, however much they tell us that we should not be picky at this age.

I think I should make a journal. That's a lot to write about...