New eyes

I read and like Nestor U. Torre's articles in the Inquirer on Philippine TV. His article on the "Cult of Celebrity" is spot-on, which you'll agree with if you dislike Sunday showbiz talk shows, too much of what we don't need to know about people we shouldn't care about.
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I got contacts. I can read signs and see clearly without the frame of glasses. It feels free-er.
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Summer classes are too long and boring I'm glad it'll be over next week, but this semester has been nice. I knew many cool people, and been friends with some of them. I think, since starting college, I never really had friends in school until now.
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While arranging my room, I found the first journal I filled. It was written from October 2008 to February 2009, when I was fifteen. I never reread it until now, two years later. I found it... surprising, in a way of  'I wrote this?' 'I thought this?' Even then, I found a part predicting the future, right on the first page:

I picture myself years from now, found a worn-out notebook and reading again, an altered, other version of a past.

...and that's how I felt, reading the whole thing. Things, dreams, and thoughts I have forgotten. Anyway, I know it won't make sense to anyone but me. It wasn't even good, it was embarrassing, I sounded like a whiny teenager whose problems are self-inflicted and imaginary. The good parts were the ones about the books I was reading... back then, it was escape. I never read as much now as I did back then. A quote I found on that notebook, from Scout in To Kill a Mockingbird: "I never loved reading. One doesn't love breathing."

and from Edgardo Reyes: "Hindi ako makakain sa sarap magbasa. Hindi ko na-re-realize na niloloko lang pala ako ng mga librong yun. Pero nung mga panahong yun, ang ganda."