Ego and sickness
Posted by guia at 12:15 PM on August 3, 2004.
Exams are coming up, and I don't seem to care.
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Entries for August, 2004
August 3rd, 2004
August 10th, 2004
Quiz fest (BEWARE)
Posted by guia at 10:08 PM on August 10, 2004.
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I am TENGU: "You are a fierce warrior. Your closest friends you covet and protect, but you may offer no promises to anybody else during times of trouble. You are a hermit at heart and wish to be left alone when you are troubled or sick."
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Have at you!
August 14th, 2004
Friday the 13th
Posted by guia at 04:11 AM on August 14, 2004.
I wouldn't have noticed if it hadn't been pointed out by a friend of mine. Nothing scary or out of the ordinary happened, except that my cellphone credit is down to its last couple of pesos and I won't be able to buy a new card until next month. I had a few chest pains, but those were barely unusual. I've gotten used to them, I think, and with what has been happening to my body lately it's not surprising my body's complaining as loudly as it could.
My mother and I went to Morayta this morning, or rather yesterday morning, to check out kaiwa lessons at the Nihongo Center Foundation, Inc. They have pretty cheap rates when compared with the likes of Makati Language, but they use the same book we do in UP, and we cover more ground in school than they do per course. They offer more kanji, though.
Being a student of a foreign language I feel the need for someone I can whet whatever skills I've gained in class on. My mother suggested I enroll in a conversation course at NCFI, but as I've said I would probably be better off sticking with the non-degree course in UP. That being the case, I was left with no other choice but to take matters in my own hands -- so for most of the afternoon, and late evening, I bugged a Japanese friend of mine.
I was finally able to browse through the paper given to me by one of the potential R.A.s, and all I can say is that CSWCD fieldwork is very different from Anthropology or Linguistics fieldwork. I only have a slight idea of how to evaluate it.
Last Friday as I was sitting at the table on the Hill, the one they used to call "base", a huge catterpillar fell on my lap and left an ample amount of fuzz on my pinky and ring finger. I was able to tweeze all of them out, but up until now the pricked areas continue to itch when I'm not too busy to notice.
I got re-acquainted with Kubin (he stands amongst Wu Fei and Trunks, and many others) and the Anthropologist who pursued her course because she believed in the stories of her childhood, many thanks to Jonette. Although I didn't greet every page with wide-eyed wonder as I did the first time I read the graphic novels, I still felt the same magic that held me captive when I was a child. I loved those same stories too, and I believed them. Sometimes I think I still do. Many thanks for Mr. Arnold Arre of Alamat Comics for The Mythology Class. I hope I can still get myself a copy of the set, several months from now, and maybe of the Trip to Tagaytay too.
Going back to the subject of yesterday being Friday the 13th, it was pointed out to me last Monday (or was it Tuesday). I remembered it during the FX ride to Morayta, but forgot about it again until I saw a black cat pass by on my way home. It was a funny thing then that I was going the opposite direction.
My mother and I went to Morayta this morning, or rather yesterday morning, to check out kaiwa lessons at the Nihongo Center Foundation, Inc. They have pretty cheap rates when compared with the likes of Makati Language, but they use the same book we do in UP, and we cover more ground in school than they do per course. They offer more kanji, though.
Being a student of a foreign language I feel the need for someone I can whet whatever skills I've gained in class on. My mother suggested I enroll in a conversation course at NCFI, but as I've said I would probably be better off sticking with the non-degree course in UP. That being the case, I was left with no other choice but to take matters in my own hands -- so for most of the afternoon, and late evening, I bugged a Japanese friend of mine.
I was finally able to browse through the paper given to me by one of the potential R.A.s, and all I can say is that CSWCD fieldwork is very different from Anthropology or Linguistics fieldwork. I only have a slight idea of how to evaluate it.
Last Friday as I was sitting at the table on the Hill, the one they used to call "base", a huge catterpillar fell on my lap and left an ample amount of fuzz on my pinky and ring finger. I was able to tweeze all of them out, but up until now the pricked areas continue to itch when I'm not too busy to notice.
I got re-acquainted with Kubin (he stands amongst Wu Fei and Trunks, and many others) and the Anthropologist who pursued her course because she believed in the stories of her childhood, many thanks to Jonette. Although I didn't greet every page with wide-eyed wonder as I did the first time I read the graphic novels, I still felt the same magic that held me captive when I was a child. I loved those same stories too, and I believed them. Sometimes I think I still do. Many thanks for Mr. Arnold Arre of Alamat Comics for The Mythology Class. I hope I can still get myself a copy of the set, several months from now, and maybe of the Trip to Tagaytay too.
Going back to the subject of yesterday being Friday the 13th, it was pointed out to me last Monday (or was it Tuesday). I remembered it during the FX ride to Morayta, but forgot about it again until I saw a black cat pass by on my way home. It was a funny thing then that I was going the opposite direction.
August 16th, 2004
As reflected by a water tap
Posted by guia at 09:35 PM on August 16, 2004.
It's amazing how our personalities extend even to things as trivial as a water tap. For example, one would normally stop turning the handle of a tap once water has ceased dripping from it. But another would turn it several more degrees further even if there isn't a single drop coming from the tap anymore. I wonder at this behavior.
Why would anyone want more than what is enough? Why did people take subsistence into a higher level, thus capitalism? We humans do have insatiable curiosity, and self-destructive tendencies at that. We also must be the queerest species to ever live on this plane.
Anyway I would like to share what a former TK co-applicant put on his friendster profile: "..it is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." The quote and our almost broken taps prompted me to write this entry, although maybe the cold war we're currently in has also something to do with it. I've often noticed that the house we live in reflect the relationships of the people living in it.
There was a time when several of our appliances and water taps broke down, the house was in a shape so bad that I sometimes dreaded going home to it. Our situation, or rather, our circumstances improved a bit after a while and the broken taps and fans and sinks were fixed. The house became quite livable again.
But recently some taps are again threatening to cease their normal functions, their handles are being turned further than they should be. What is most intriguing, though, is how only one person significantly contributes to the taps' demise.
It's silly to think that I would spend time pondering about water taps and their implications on one's character, but they do mirror each other. Whereas our interaction with other people provide insights on our personalities, so do our actions towards water taps. We are who we are during different times and situations. We are not merely a facet of the whole gem that is ourselves. I wonder why some people can't understand that.
Why would anyone want more than what is enough? Why did people take subsistence into a higher level, thus capitalism? We humans do have insatiable curiosity, and self-destructive tendencies at that. We also must be the queerest species to ever live on this plane.
Anyway I would like to share what a former TK co-applicant put on his friendster profile: "..it is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." The quote and our almost broken taps prompted me to write this entry, although maybe the cold war we're currently in has also something to do with it. I've often noticed that the house we live in reflect the relationships of the people living in it.
There was a time when several of our appliances and water taps broke down, the house was in a shape so bad that I sometimes dreaded going home to it. Our situation, or rather, our circumstances improved a bit after a while and the broken taps and fans and sinks were fixed. The house became quite livable again.
But recently some taps are again threatening to cease their normal functions, their handles are being turned further than they should be. What is most intriguing, though, is how only one person significantly contributes to the taps' demise.
It's silly to think that I would spend time pondering about water taps and their implications on one's character, but they do mirror each other. Whereas our interaction with other people provide insights on our personalities, so do our actions towards water taps. We are who we are during different times and situations. We are not merely a facet of the whole gem that is ourselves. I wonder why some people can't understand that.
August 18th, 2004
Being high up in the foodchain
Posted by guia at 07:33 PM on August 18, 2004.
We killed several crabs yesterday. We put them in a pot with boiling water and sprite and salt.
There is a reason why every pot has a lid. They're there so you wouldn't have to see your dinner's legs fold up as they put up a last struggle. I felt sorry for the crabs -- they were rudely taken from their home in Samar, bound, crammed into a box, flown to Manila, hauled in to a cab, and then boiled to be eaten by stupid humans. Some of them were still feisty and tried their best to scamper off when we took them out of the box, although they only got as far as the kitchen sink. Poor things. Poor delicious things. Now I know where the word "crabby" came from.
There is a reason why every pot has a lid. They're there so you wouldn't have to see your dinner's legs fold up as they put up a last struggle. I felt sorry for the crabs -- they were rudely taken from their home in Samar, bound, crammed into a box, flown to Manila, hauled in to a cab, and then boiled to be eaten by stupid humans. Some of them were still feisty and tried their best to scamper off when we took them out of the box, although they only got as far as the kitchen sink. Poor things. Poor delicious things. Now I know where the word "crabby" came from.
A survey
Posted by guia at 08:44 PM on August 18, 2004.
I stole this survey from a "friend" of a "friend". You're supposed to put the ones that apply to you in bold. I made a few changes, though. I deleted some questions that wouldn't apply to my peer group and added some new ones. Yes, I am a snob. So sue me.
01. I have a cell phone.
02. I'm obsessed with high heels.
03. I'm the youngest child.
04. I am a shopoholic.
05. I love dangly earrings.
06. I am a libra.
07. I love beer.
08. I would rather scuba dive than sky dive.
09. I can't live without lipgloss.
10. I can't live without music.
11. I lived in Italy for 2 months.
12. I spend money i don't have.
13. I'll be in college forever.
14. I've seen Jason Mraz in person.
15. I get annoyed easily.
16. I eventually want kids.
17. I would love to be in a band.
18. I have more than a couple horrible memories.
19. I am addicted to Disney.
20. I am a person.
21. My first kiss was when I was 18. And it was in Rome.
22. I start film school in February.
23. I love taking pictures.
24. I [dislike] girls who are fake.
25. I can be mean when I want to.
26. My dreams are bizzare.
27. One of my best friends is gay.
28. I have way too many purses.
29. I've seen Fight Club at least 45 times.
30. I dress how I feel that day.
31. I love Sex and the City.
32. Sometimes I cry for almost no reason.
33. I [dislike with a passion] when people are late.
34. I procrastinate.
35. I love winter.
36. I have too many clothes for my closet/dresser.
37. I love to sleep.
38. I wish I were smarter.
39. I'm afraid of flying.
40. I [dislike with a STRONG passion] drama.
41. I love to eat.
42. I love my hair.
43. I never fight with my parents.
44. I love the beach.
45. I have never had the chicken pox.
46. I'm excited for the future.
47. I can't control my emotions.
48. I can't wait till New Year's.
49. I love the show 'Rich Girls'.
50. I love my friends.
51. Christmas is my favorite holiday.
52. I can be very insecure sometimes.
53. I have never broken a bone.
54. I [dislike] racist people.
55. I hate my computer.
56. I love guys that play the guitar/saxophone.
57. I state the obvious.
58. I'm a happy person.
59. I love to dance.
60. I love to sing.
61. I hate cleaning my room.
62. I tend to get jealous very easily.
63. I love cute underwear.
64. I love John Mayer.
65. I cry when I see animals/people getting hurt/abused.
66. I want to go to Greece.
67. I don't likehate to study for tests.
68. I love God.
69. I am too forgiving.
70. I have a horrible sense of direction.
71. I love high school.
72. I have a talent of sweet-talking my way out of things.
73. I'm a daddy's girl.
74. I love kisses on the forehead.
75. I love the color pink.
76. I love to sew.
77. I have green eyes.
78. I love the Olsen Twins.
79. I played soccer for 14 years.
80. I become stressed easily.
81. I [strongly dislike] liars.
82. I like comfy sweatpants.
83. I'm not comfortable speaking infront of an audience.
84. I love the smell of asphalt after it's rained.
85. I love my family.
86. I hate needles.
87. I am a perfectionist.
88. I always wanted to learn to play the drums.
89. I hate the feeling of failure.
90. I would love to be in The Amazing Race.
91. I would love to have my own fashion line.
92. I can be quite selfish.
93. I still act like a little kid.
94. Above all, I despise dishonesty.
95. I love pictures.
96. I love music.
97. I wish I were more motivated when it comes to school.
98. I love receiving mail (not the electronic ones).
99. I have problems letting go of people.
100. I hate the feeling of being alone.
01. I have a cell phone.
02. I'm obsessed with high heels.
03. I'm the youngest child.
04. I am a shopoholic.
05. I love dangly earrings.
06. I am a libra.
07. I love beer.
08. I would rather scuba dive than sky dive.
09. I can't live without lipgloss.
10. I can't live without music.
11. I lived in Italy for 2 months.
12. I spend money i don't have.
13. I'll be in college forever.
14. I've seen Jason Mraz in person.
15. I get annoyed easily.
16. I eventually want kids.
17. I would love to be in a band.
18. I have more than a couple horrible memories.
19. I am addicted to Disney.
20. I am a person.
21. My first kiss was when I was 18. And it was in Rome.
22. I start film school in February.
23. I love taking pictures.
24. I [dislike] girls who are fake.
25. I can be mean when I want to.
26. My dreams are bizzare.
27. One of my best friends is gay.
28. I have way too many purses.
29. I've seen Fight Club at least 45 times.
30. I dress how I feel that day.
31. I love Sex and the City.
32. Sometimes I cry for almost no reason.
33. I [dislike with a passion] when people are late.
34. I procrastinate.
35. I love winter.
36. I have too many clothes for my closet/dresser.
37. I love to sleep.
38. I wish I were smarter.
39. I'm afraid of flying.
40. I [dislike with a STRONG passion] drama.
41. I love to eat.
42. I love my hair.
43. I never fight with my parents.
44. I love the beach.
45. I have never had the chicken pox.
46. I'm excited for the future.
47. I can't control my emotions.
48. I can't wait till New Year's.
49. I love the show 'Rich Girls'.
50. I love my friends.
51. Christmas is my favorite holiday.
52. I can be very insecure sometimes.
53. I have never broken a bone.
54. I [dislike] racist people.
55. I hate my computer.
56. I love guys that play the guitar/saxophone.
57. I state the obvious.
58. I'm a happy person.
59. I love to dance.
60. I love to sing.
61. I hate cleaning my room.
62. I tend to get jealous very easily.
63. I love cute underwear.
64. I love John Mayer.
65. I cry when I see animals/people getting hurt/abused.
66. I want to go to Greece.
67. I don't like
68. I love God.
69. I am too forgiving.
70. I have a horrible sense of direction.
71. I love high school.
72. I have a talent of sweet-talking my way out of things.
73. I'm a daddy's girl.
74. I love kisses on the forehead.
75. I love the color pink.
76. I love to sew.
77. I have green eyes.
78. I love the Olsen Twins.
79. I played soccer for 14 years.
80. I become stressed easily.
81. I [strongly dislike] liars.
82. I like comfy sweatpants.
83. I'm not comfortable speaking infront of an audience.
84. I love the smell of asphalt after it's rained.
85. I love my family.
86. I hate needles.
87. I am a perfectionist.
88. I always wanted to learn to play the drums.
89. I hate the feeling of failure.
90. I would love to be in The Amazing Race.
91. I would love to have my own fashion line.
92. I can be quite selfish.
93. I still act like a little kid.
94. Above all, I despise dishonesty.
95. I love pictures.
96. I love music.
97. I wish I were more motivated when it comes to school.
98. I love receiving mail (not the electronic ones).
99. I have problems letting go of people.
100. I hate the feeling of being alone.
August 21st, 2004
New color scheme
Posted by guia at 02:20 PM on August 21, 2004.
I tinkered a bit with the controls and here's how it turned out. It's not much, a colorblind person would probably have done much better, but I've gotten bored with the old layout. Hence this... orange of a page.
There's a tagboard now, for my peers who don't update often. So if we're not acquainted and by some ill luck you stumbled upon my journal, woe to you! For the price... is boredom!!!!
<--insert lightning and thunderstorm here-->
Until the next time I find something bloggable about my life in this part of the universe, I leave you, user, unblocked.
There's a tagboard now, for my peers who don't update often. So if we're not acquainted and by some ill luck you stumbled upon my journal, woe to you! For the price... is boredom!!!!
<--insert lightning and thunderstorm here-->
Until the next time I find something bloggable about my life in this part of the universe, I leave you, user, unblocked.
August 25th, 2004
Best ad I've seen so far this semester
Posted by guia at 07:28 PM on August 25, 2004.
Learn Elvish."
This and a picture of Orlando Bloom as Legolas make up the ad put up by the International Club of UP (ICUP) and the Philippine Tolkien Society for the ACLE on Thursday.
August 26th, 2004
August 28th, 2004
I try
Posted by guia at 09:48 PM on August 28, 2004.
Everybody's Got A Story
by Amanda Marshall
You walk up to me and say
"Feel like I know you baby"
And then take a sip of your cherry coke now
Now who drinks a cherry coke?
Maybe you're nervous, I see that bead of sweat
Dancin' on your cheek
Your words are like cheap champagne
I get the point but it's much too sweet
I'm so tired of the dance
This carousel of superficial conversation
Gets me nowhere...
So you can see my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
Yeah everybody's got a story that could break your heart
Now who can read the mind
Of the red-headed girl next door (mm)
Or the taxi driver who just dropped you off or the
Or the classmate that you ignore
Don't assume everything on the surface is what you see
'Cause that classmate just lost her mother
And that taxi-driver's got a Ph.D
I'm so tired of the fear that
Weighs us down with wrong assumptions
Of broken hearts and natural function
So you can see my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart (your heart)
So dig deep (dig deep)
Deeper than the image that you see (dig deep)
Lift the vail and let your true self breathe (dig deep)
And show the world the beauty underneath (she kills this note, haha)
See my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
by Amanda Marshall
You walk up to me and say
"Feel like I know you baby"
And then take a sip of your cherry coke now
Now who drinks a cherry coke?
Maybe you're nervous, I see that bead of sweat
Dancin' on your cheek
Your words are like cheap champagne
I get the point but it's much too sweet
I'm so tired of the dance
This carousel of superficial conversation
Gets me nowhere...
So you can see my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
Yeah everybody's got a story that could break your heart
Now who can read the mind
Of the red-headed girl next door (mm)
Or the taxi driver who just dropped you off or the
Or the classmate that you ignore
Don't assume everything on the surface is what you see
'Cause that classmate just lost her mother
And that taxi-driver's got a Ph.D
I'm so tired of the fear that
Weighs us down with wrong assumptions
Of broken hearts and natural function
So you can see my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart (your heart)
So dig deep (dig deep)
Deeper than the image that you see (dig deep)
Lift the vail and let your true self breathe (dig deep)
And show the world the beauty underneath (she kills this note, haha)
See my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my bra underneath my shirt
Watch the wind underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
August 29th, 2004
Two cents and a half
Posted by guia at 12:00 AM on August 29, 2004.
I still feel awkward during group meetings when I try to be friendly, because in actuality, I am not. I don't usually go out of my way to make friends, and you'd hardly get even a pat on the back out of me. If I care enough about you and you ask me for my opinion I'll answer you in all my brutal honesty. If you can't take those kinds of answers, don't even ask me. If you're merely a face in the crowd to me I can be nice and tell you what I think you need to hear.
I don't have a lot of friends, I don't have much patience for people who choose to live in candy-coated worlds. I can tolerate them, to a certain degree, because I try to be civil as much as I can. But I try to avoid them if possible. I think one of the major reasons why I still have friends is that we don't see much of each other. We're all a safe distance away from the farthest reach of each other's weapons.
Recently I noticed I talk a lot when I'm in a group, like I want to take in as much information as could be gleaned from the interaction. Being a hermit does that to you. I love people, but I also hate them. I crave human interaction and loathe it at the same time. I think that is the reason why I chose a social science course, so I could learn more about these remarkable yet inane beings. Of course, somewhere in between my quest for an identity managed to squeeze itself in.
Anyway going back to my current behavior in groups, I feel I need to talk to keep them at ease. I started to do this many years ago when people didn't have much guts to talk to me because I seemed unreachable, meaning I lived in a plane different from theirs. So I talked. Field experience taught me, though to let the other person do the talking, to share enough information about yourself to stimulate a conversation, but never too much because informants don't usually like being upstaged. Classmates and co-workers aren't informants, so I sometimes say more than what is needed. I think by doing this I tend to come off as a bit strong, negatively. Like I need to have control over the conversation until someone stronger wrests it from my mouth. Although at the same time I don't like dead air, especially in meetings or group discussions. As much as possible I don't want to ignore the person in front of me, that's why I talk a lot I guess.
I try to be as honest as possible when dealing with people. I deliberately ignore those I don't want to have anything to do with, and greet those who I more or less feel amiable towards. I've been branded with a lot of names, from something as "regal" as the Ice Queen, to a more vulgar snob, to the generic mataray and suplada. They're mostly true, but I grew far from areas where people cared a lot about their implications to care much. I see the world differently, and if you can't respect that then we won't get along well.
So why am I posting all of these and incriminating myself in the process? Because I joined a trivia contest last Friday, have regular conversations with a person from an entirely different culture, and found this topic timely, with regards to my current situation.
I don't have a lot of friends, I don't have much patience for people who choose to live in candy-coated worlds. I can tolerate them, to a certain degree, because I try to be civil as much as I can. But I try to avoid them if possible. I think one of the major reasons why I still have friends is that we don't see much of each other. We're all a safe distance away from the farthest reach of each other's weapons.
Recently I noticed I talk a lot when I'm in a group, like I want to take in as much information as could be gleaned from the interaction. Being a hermit does that to you. I love people, but I also hate them. I crave human interaction and loathe it at the same time. I think that is the reason why I chose a social science course, so I could learn more about these remarkable yet inane beings. Of course, somewhere in between my quest for an identity managed to squeeze itself in.
Anyway going back to my current behavior in groups, I feel I need to talk to keep them at ease. I started to do this many years ago when people didn't have much guts to talk to me because I seemed unreachable, meaning I lived in a plane different from theirs. So I talked. Field experience taught me, though to let the other person do the talking, to share enough information about yourself to stimulate a conversation, but never too much because informants don't usually like being upstaged. Classmates and co-workers aren't informants, so I sometimes say more than what is needed. I think by doing this I tend to come off as a bit strong, negatively. Like I need to have control over the conversation until someone stronger wrests it from my mouth. Although at the same time I don't like dead air, especially in meetings or group discussions. As much as possible I don't want to ignore the person in front of me, that's why I talk a lot I guess.
I try to be as honest as possible when dealing with people. I deliberately ignore those I don't want to have anything to do with, and greet those who I more or less feel amiable towards. I've been branded with a lot of names, from something as "regal" as the Ice Queen, to a more vulgar snob, to the generic mataray and suplada. They're mostly true, but I grew far from areas where people cared a lot about their implications to care much. I see the world differently, and if you can't respect that then we won't get along well.
So why am I posting all of these and incriminating myself in the process? Because I joined a trivia contest last Friday, have regular conversations with a person from an entirely different culture, and found this topic timely, with regards to my current situation.
This is what happens when I go to IC unprepared
Posted by guia at 12:24 PM on August 29, 2004.
Instead of Fumi-san teaching me during our Nihongo practice earlier, I ended up telling him about the current situation of the Philippines. I spoke in English about the sorry state of our country and he listened. He was amazed, I think, because in Japan students don't usually meddle in the affairs of their government, mostly because their government takes care of them. He was going to serve his country after he graduates. I told him most graduates in the Philippines would rather work abroad and serve their own families.
I should really prepare before I go to another practice class. Otherwise I won't get better at Nihongo, and Fumi might go home to his country digusted at our government.
I should really prepare before I go to another practice class. Otherwise I won't get better at Nihongo, and Fumi might go home to his country digusted at our government.
August 30th, 2004
I am tired of my silence
Posted by guia at 11:54 PM on August 30, 2004.
I hope this is the last time I'll say anything about the matter, at least for this year.
I've probably made a fool out of myself, but I couldn't help it. I put several relationships on the line because I couldn't take things sitting down anymore. The cold war might escalate to something like a world war, and it will. But I think it's better than to let things gather dust and rot in a corner. I wouldn't have done what I did if I didn't care an ounce about my errant sibling. And there's nothing more I can do if he can't see that.
It's his turn to confront his demons.
I've probably made a fool out of myself, but I couldn't help it. I put several relationships on the line because I couldn't take things sitting down anymore. The cold war might escalate to something like a world war, and it will. But I think it's better than to let things gather dust and rot in a corner. I wouldn't have done what I did if I didn't care an ounce about my errant sibling. And there's nothing more I can do if he can't see that.
It's his turn to confront his demons.