I'm going to talk about school most of the time so please bear with me. I took my college schooling too lightly and now that I'm back to the classroom after more than two years, I intend to make this six-week course count.
Anyway, I can't describe into words what it feels like to be learning a new language. It's like integrating something foreign in my head and bit by bit, I am made to understand why they are different or similar to what I'm born with.
For instance, our teacher asks us how we learn a foreign language, like English for instance, and we look at each other and we don't know the answer. Because we didn't really learn English purposely, it has been there since birth and it is just as natural as breathing. The Germans don't generally speak English but as to why -- that's what I want to find out.
They also capitalize their nouns and most of their supposedly neutral nouns have a grammatic gender, like "Apfel" (apple) which is masculine and "Kartoffel" (potato) which is feminine. As to why, I am still wondering.
My teachers are super. :) Katja comes from Germany and Aida comes from Krygrystan. What's more interesting are my classmates -- most of them are applying for a fiance visa. And you know what that connotes.
I wanted to sign up for the library -- it's only Php200 for a one year membership but shyness got the best of me since I know that I still couldnt read what are in those books. Maybe I will, in A1.2.
That's all for now. I'm getting kinda sleepy.

Butterfly image: from a newspaper clipping
Doily art: from Tishen's resources
Background: from Tishen's too
Inspiration: Alexandria by Nick Bantock
The rewards of growing up are infinitely priceless. :)
I can’t sing to save my life, nor can I dance, swim, drive (forgotten it now), sketch, draw or paint. But I can take photographs. Decent ones.
What a price to pay for the usual talents.
But I'm happy nonetheless. :)
ALT + 1 and 4 = ♫
What other keyboard shortcuts do you know?
Oh I love you, Kath. Because she suggested this wonderful link.
Sometimes, I wonder why there are people (Lifesavers, that's what I call them) who know exactly how to brighten up your day when you barely have the time to brighten up yours.
One example would be Uncle Jong who sent me a silver watch on my birthday (when I was actually saving up for a silver watch because I am almost always late and time deprived).
Another fine example would be Kath♥, who took her time to comment on my long dormant Multiply to show me that there is a life out there, waiting to be documented in photographs. What's brilliant about is, that I have been meaning to post a photo a day using Keno (honestly, the thought did cross my overworked mind several times already!) but you know effing unlucky I get because 24 hours in a day is never enough. And then I say to myself that Keno is much too overweight for a cam to be carried everyday, anyway. And that I cannot afford to be mugged (I would die if anyone snatches that cam from me) because I work til 8pm and get home around 930 which is the best time for camera/cellphone/wallet snatching. And oh, I work on Saturdays, too.
Then again, if I took a photo a day, uploaded them every Sunday and managed to do this religiously (with stress on the word: religiously), I'd feel delightfully fulfilled. I guess all I really needed to start was the nudge that was posted as a comment in my Multiply. And yes, I would like to be "able to look back at any day of your year and recall what (I) did, who (I) met, what (I) learned…" and "to document (my) travels and accomplishments, (my) haircuts and relationships" and of course, to be "a better photographer."
I'm still undecided if I should post the photos here or in my Multiply. I'd start on Sunday. Wish me love. :P
I thought that "Shew" was another silly concoction by my sister but Wiktionary has proven otherwise:
shewto shew (third-person singular simple present shews, present participle shewing, simple past shewed, past participle shewed or shewn)
Quotations
- 1611, King James Version of the Bible (Authorized Version)[1], Genesis 12:1
- Now the LORD had said unto Abram, Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father's house, unto a land that I will shew thee:
- 1786: Francis Grose, A Treatise on Ancient Armour and Weapons, page xiv.
- The section shewing its concavity and handle.
- ????: M. Le Page Du Pratz, History of Louisisana (PG) page 40.
- I give it you without any other design than to shew you that I reckon nothing dear to me, when I want to do you a pleasure.

And yes, I am completely aware that I am propelling myself to the ironic again (because I'm consulting an online tarot card reading generator during the Holiest of Weeks) but this is purely for amusement. I'm humoring myself.
Play your cards here: http://web.tickle.com/tests/tarot/paidre
If purging weren't as necessary as creation, I wouldn't have copied and pasted this. So I would like to take note that once upon this time in March, four years ago, someone said this of me:
She's 5 black to cast (pretty hard to cast), but she's a 4/4 and all creatures who can block her will(she's like an elvish berseker, gans +1/+1 for every blocker).
-03/18/2004 11:43 am
Got this meme from Bebe. :P
The instructions are:
(Ehem, teh intro, I made up, Bebe's got none):
*Let's pretend you're musically-inclined and all, had your own band and now you've just finished completing your 77th album, but OMG! you'd want to reinvent EVERY effing thing about this particular release, like the album name for instance and the freaking design of the cover and you might as well reinvent the band name too! Thank goodness some crazy person from LJ came up with the following instructions (to help you and your bandmates out before it's too late because your fans are getting wilder by teh minute and they might break in your studio and strangle you all if you don't get teh copies out in the market by dinnertime tomorrow!)
I hope the links work out right, just head over her LJ if they don't.
1. The first article title on the page is the name of your band.

2. The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post it in your own.
Here's what I came up with when I "stumbledupon" this+this+this and the other is Bebe's:
Anyways, for all ye fans out there, here are the Details of the Release!
Artist: Toxidrome
Album: Going on in Life
Genre: Emo, Screamo
Similar Artists: National Product, Sugarcult, Incubus, Funeral for a Friend
Original Release Date: 07 February 2008
*Post a comment to be given a free CD! Go, go, go!
San Giorgio Maggiore, Twilight
By Claude Monet
What Famous Work of Art Are You?
One reason why I wanted to get my hands on Bebe's notebook was because of what was written on the cover.
It said: Love the moment.
This is what my 2007 is all about after all.


My old wallet, is, well old. So I bought this.
I seem to get drawn to blue colored things. My camera was electric blue. And I use only blue pens. Some few days ago I bought a blue pair of eyeglasses. My eyes are drying out with my contact lenses, I have to make do with the glasses for a while.
Blue is ♥.
But we aren’t in Auckland; we’re here, in myopic Manila, where malls are overrated. There is no way you can escape any of them, no matter how much they look the same because they’re all over the place.
And if good old Benedict Anderson pays us a visit, he’d be having the time of his life looking at how well we have concretized his “Imagined Communities” . By the way, that term “Imagined Communities” is just as overrated and overused.
We visited an Imagined Community one Friday ago (guess which one!) and here are the inevitable images which we had so much fun taking:

So Ian, we’re not mallrats. (But I find that term endearing. Hahaha.) Or maybe we are, but it's not by choice. Hahaha. It’s just that, if you were here, you'd find out for yourself that we're left with little else.
I don't know what's with me today.
I'm being giddy just because I found Papemelroti's website.
I've always been a fan of Papemelroti.
So we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil...
-Lestat

I got this book as a Christmas gift when I was a geeky thirteen-year-old.
It was given to me by a bestfriend who also wore braces and although she didnt love this as much as I did, I was grateful just the same.There was only one person though, who was an avid fan as I was and as we dissected every bit of her books, everyone else was uninterested.
So we chatted, raved and ranted about the Savage Garden, Mona, Marius, Michael, Bianca, and every vampire we hoped would come alive.
After almost a decade or so since I wept over these vampires, believed that only Chubby and I were the only mortals in our classroom who appreciated Anne Rice, eventually fallen out of love for these books, the bestfriend and the fellow fanatic, I meet this crazy punk guitarist proclaiming he loved the exact same book I have already forgotten. How I shivered at the thought - there is too much we have in common.


Oh yes. I'm being shallow.