A JOURNEY of a thousand miles begins with a single step (or something like that).
I have always disagreed with this old saying. Every journey begins not by putting a foot forward but rather with one’s insatiable desire to explore and conquer the world.
As this issue comes out, I finish yet another journey and embark on another one.
For today this V writer will finally lay to rest his days as a campus journalist.
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It has been difficult and trying year for the Varsitarian—speaking from my point of view, of course. Though I was privileged to serve as editor in chief during the V’s momentous 75th anniversary, it would not be fair for me to ignore the efforts of the people who stood behind the V this year.
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To my EB comrades (or should I say brothers) Mr. Doomsday and Mr. Ramblings—the storm has passed. Bruises and all, we have survived and weathered all with pride. I have been fortunate enough to work with two of the finest gentlemen the V has ever produced.
To our publications adviser, Sir Lito, I extend my heartfelt gratitude. I have learned a lot from you in all the years I have spent in the publication (which just proves that listening to the wisdom of the elderly helps).
To the Selection Committee, thank you for blessing me with such a hardworking set of people—this year’s Varsitarian staff. They came and met the challenge that the year posed to us.
Likewise, I want to thank the V’s alumni for the support and cooperation they have extended.
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Ma’am Chrisma, thank you for believing in me. I hope I have fulfilled my promise to you. To you I dedicate this column’s title. And Cai, thanks for the ear and shoulder, my friend. I hope you will soon find the answers that you seek.
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To my parents: I just want to say sorry for not making it this year. I have never been the ideal son since I’m rarely home. Yet, you have always stood by me. I just want to thank you for all the years and your continuous trust in me. I want to let the world know that I love you. It is ironic that despite all the words I have opportunities to say how much, I appreciate you are rare. I want to make special mention of my mother, who was the first to believe that I could write.
I just want you to know that despite the many setbacks that happened this year, I will finish what I started. I will keep my promise.
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To the “boys” at the Faculty of Civil Law—Jon, Allan, Eugene (yes, the both of you), Phillip, Barry, Chris, and Derrick: Konting tiis na lang. I just could not believe that we made it this far. Our freshmen year seemed just like yesterday. Now, we stand at the threshold of the realization of a dream.
To Yvette and Angie: Thanks for the support—especially with the schoolwork.
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To Janice and Nicky: Though time and distance became a gaping hole in our friendship, I still pray that one day we could all go out again and have coffee like we used to. Thanks for the memories.
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And to J.M., thank you for coming into my life. Patience has never been my suit but to wait for the day we both look forward to will seem an eternity. But for you, I’m willing to wait.
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To the Varsitarian’s Volume 75: The best of luck. Continue to uphold the traditions of the publication.
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To God and the Thomasian community: Thank you for the chance.
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The words printed on this paper may fade and the V copy that you now hold in your hand may soon find its way into some forgotten corner. But the memories of coming out with the paper, the mad rush to beat the deadlines, the countless hours of sleeplessness, and the friendship that I have made will forever leave a scar in my life. Peace.
