nope, i wasn't laughing.
i messed up ._. lost focus, took things for granted, and embarrassed myself in front of myself.
GAH.
lookie >_<
in my class, nothing is an acceptable excuse for not doing your assigned task. i don't find sloppy work funny. i assure you that you will also not be amused by the consequences of sloppy work in my class.
as for your outline. i don't find it coherent. show how these themes are connected to one another. also, note that a series of words is not necessarily a sentence simply because you placed a period at the end of it. start writing in complete sentences and you would probably be able to come up with a more coherent outline.
jo
'jo' happens to be my sociology prof... and she's scary!! O_O (judging from her e-mail at least). Who knew??? She's soo not (that) strict in class and she's always cracking jokes... but-but-but look!! What haappened?? I swear my outline wasn't (that) bad...
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Thoughts
The rainy season is starting. The sky turns into a more ominous shade, the wind howls louder and blows fiercer everyday, drizzles are to be expected every time you step outside, and you never know when a rainstorm might strike.
Even in this tropical isle which many people come to know as the Philippines, the rainy season can bring drastic changes to the temperature.
I shivered. Instantly, I recover past memories of the northern city, Baguio. It is very cold in that area as it is situated on top of a plateau. Families travel to that place during hot summer holidays. It used to be really clean and smell like pine trees, but sadly, it has been overly urbanized into a crowded, stifling place where all you can smell is the black pollution being emitted by public jeeps. I have been there a couple of times, the next visit always better than the last when i was a child, and always worse than the last when I got older and realized how much it had changed.
Sometimes I wish I was back to being that little girl in my memories. Laughing, running about, enjoying a grand family day. But then I tell myself that I never want to go through the things that I did ever again. The events after that ignorant bliss until this day are not worth those few years of happiness and security.
Or were they?
Growing up had ripped off my innocent thinking and instead plunked something heavy, filthy, and curiously metallic in my mind which I perceive as reality.
A failure. A loss. Pain. Betrayal. The continuous battle between forgiveness and pride.
A lesson in everything that reality reels in for us.
I turn the TV on again, hoping that the loneliness would pass.
Even in this tropical isle which many people come to know as the Philippines, the rainy season can bring drastic changes to the temperature.
I shivered. Instantly, I recover past memories of the northern city, Baguio. It is very cold in that area as it is situated on top of a plateau. Families travel to that place during hot summer holidays. It used to be really clean and smell like pine trees, but sadly, it has been overly urbanized into a crowded, stifling place where all you can smell is the black pollution being emitted by public jeeps. I have been there a couple of times, the next visit always better than the last when i was a child, and always worse than the last when I got older and realized how much it had changed.
Sometimes I wish I was back to being that little girl in my memories. Laughing, running about, enjoying a grand family day. But then I tell myself that I never want to go through the things that I did ever again. The events after that ignorant bliss until this day are not worth those few years of happiness and security.
Or were they?
Growing up had ripped off my innocent thinking and instead plunked something heavy, filthy, and curiously metallic in my mind which I perceive as reality.
A failure. A loss. Pain. Betrayal. The continuous battle between forgiveness and pride.
A lesson in everything that reality reels in for us.
I turn the TV on again, hoping that the loneliness would pass.
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