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.

shew

to shew (third-person singular simple present shews, present participle shewing, simple past shewed, past participle shewed or shewn)

1. (archaic) To show.
2. To prove.

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.

• my footwork (maygad, I still need some time to get used to that clutch!)
• And maybe try to glance at the side mirrors more.
  

Never again shall one story be told as if it were the only one."

-John Berger

My officemate Maki who's really a great buddy got so incensed when I commented that I wish Eli dies in one of those episodes in Maging Sino Ka Man. "Kilabutan ka nga sa mga sinasabi mo," she says which got me all quiet and I couldn't help contemplating at how boxed her mind works in coming up with the endings of soaps and perhaps in practically every story she encounters. Must be the overdose of the happily ever after themes and all the slapstick that comes from watching too much Pinoy teledramas that you don't even have to look closer to see that it's practically the same story that's repeated over and over.  

There is such a thing as postmodernism, Maki, and I wish to God I knew much about it to tell you that not all tales end like the way you think they would. Some even have multiple endings, some don't even need to end, and then there are those that can only end in your mind or go on forever hovering about in your daydreams.  

I get frustrated that there is a myriad of things I want to to learn about that I would gleefully talk about it with someone who knows more about it and patiently teach me everything there is to know. Shoot. I want to be in the academe again, to learn creative writing and read up on postmodernist authors and their works and catch up on every film that's worth watching and get high being a sponge.   

It's strange that my mind works like this and perhaps I am partly to be blamed because it was not in me to take schooling seriously and now that I got out of the classroom, my mind regurgitates what I'm supposed to be learning in this cubicle and longs for the readings I so hated in college.   

And because Jelly was uncomfortable with being needed she had trained herself not to need in return.

-A Collection of Beauties at the Height of their Popularity
Whitney Otto