Saturday, January 19, 2008

BUDDIES "a journalist's story"

"During my early years in journalistic affairs, I can say that I' am indeed poor, and that my colleagues were unquestionably better until...." I will have to leave that quote unfinished, not that I can't answer it, I just don't want to answer any questions of such. Answering it will simply make me jump to conclusions ignoring millions of possibilities that'll counter my thoughts.

Renuel Almonte Fallore, a guy sitting next to me during English class, two silent critics among their classmates, laughing their stomachs out the moment they hear a grammatical mishap, from their brethren. We were both admitted in the same publication; The Mirror as junior contributors. Every time a session is held, we were always asked to write an article about a given issue, and that we are all permitted to do anything that'll enable to enhance our articles.

During Mirror class I always sit next to this buddy for I admit that he is definitely better in terms of writing. I'm not bad, nor am I good, I'm just an average writer using typical words such as; did, do, etc. Back than I was having a hard time exercising my mind and that I always ask my buddy of words, far more appropriate and formal than what I intend to use. This guy has extreme vocabulary powers and that he is a CERTIFIED JOURNALISM MONSTER!

After high school we took different paths; he took UCC and I, in PUP. We have different courses which, on the other hand tackle similar subjects. I really admire journalism a lot and that it only took me a little so-called "INTELLECTUAL MASTURBATION" to realize that writing is indeed my specialty and initiated my passion towards my calling.

So from being a useless little caterpillar which only specializes in oral English, it bloomed into a butterfly; being better each time he flies -better in writing and communicating. My thinking capabilities expanded and took me to new heights. Gates of millions of books were opened, and that my mind actually started to take all the information, causing it to rapidly grow.

My experiences also helped in the betterment of my skills. I can proudly say that I' am much better than before. My endeavors served as scrumptious, vital ingredients for my recipe of success. Obviously this blog of mine is an actual evidence of my improvement.

A few minutes ago, I had a fruit full conversation with this buddy of mine, and boy was he impressed with my accomplishments. Well, I have nothing to brag about because If he was here in my college, he could have reached achievements far more significant than I had.

His really greater than me.... ... ... then..... ...

Now, I really don't know who's better, and I'm not interested to find it out. Friends never argue just because of articles.. duh?! HOW SHALLOW.

Anyway, I'm just glad that I turned to be a good practicing journalist. And that if it weren't for this buddy.. I wouldn't be in this throne.



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