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English blows. We’re expected to write a feature articles and to actually go places. I don’t do places; going requires moving. What’s more is she expects us to write in HER way; less adjectives, use little linking verb, use active mostly except when it’s inappropriate and to lastly paint with words. I DO NOT have a built-on paintbrush. As much I wish to be I am just not artsy fartsy. Nevertheless, I do care about my succeeding so I’d rather not take my chances and get kicked out. Let’s face it not everyone’s a Zuckerburg.
So therefore a story of firsts begins. The original plan leche-flan for the feature article was get on the LRT at Katipunan station and to see what happens. Good thing we eventually decided to at least get off one station, Because what the hell would we expect to see on a train? We got off the last station, which was at Recto
See at the point in time I was thinking it’d be a great idea to go to Recto, get lost, like in the movies. Eventually I realized my own stupidity for thinking that. Getting lost in Manila? Death wish, girl.
Manila enraptures. In its glory days Manila started the trends and held the stocks; the Europe in Asia was what they used to say. Roxas Boulevard was California’s Long Beach – lined with palm trees and actual yellow sand. Traffic lanes were Tokyo clean and organized. Spain’s brick footprints still marked the pavements and streetlamps. Manila embodies history embraced by modernization.
Getting off of that first unsupervised ride to Recto circa 2013, and having never really experienced Manila before one would ask, “Why would they think to bring delegates from AROUND THE WORLD to this place?” For sure that Manila of the previous paragraph has long gone and has now been replaced by a hodgepodge of makeshift homes and rations, jeep smoke, and sleeping street kids.
The place lived and breathed in on itself. It was fascinating, of course, though it did get a little scary when we walked by a naked baby lying on the street. Not to mention none of us knew the way around, so we took a random jeep to who-knows-where and waited for one of the passengers to say Escolta and followed that shining star.
What the freaking hell?! We get to Escolta and jeep stops in the middle of the street right next to the freaking rotunda. OH gawd. English you better be worth all this trouble.
received a 79% in an essay. Until NOW and I am completely humbled by this fact.
It feels odd; this blogging about my feelings thing. People rant about family, friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, cats, dogs, hotdogs and here I am bitching about my grades.
This has never bothered me before, but I guess now it should. I never really saw it coming until it did and I wasn’t prepared for it. College life has bombarded me with shiny new things that I can’t wait to play with, but in the process I’ve lost sight of what really matters. My head is filled with daydreams and I can never really see what’s there.
I know I’ve got slap myself at some point, but I know, for now, I won’t feel a thing.
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and apparently the rest find minho’s dance very intriguing bc this happens next
Okay so i’m doing this random post tonight before I sleep because I just miss these people terribly.
I miss my classmates. I miss my crazy school family, 3-4. I miss my cute fun loving adviser slash English teacher, Ms. Lopena. Though I don’t miss school shiz like academics and…