The Previous and the Present :D
LAST WEEK
The past week really made me depressed. Not only was I not acting like myself, there even came a series of disheartening events that put me on the verge of getting sick of life. Since that week, I’ve started to think about my actions. I noticed my habitual, reflexive act of insulting classmates, and I realized that my jokes are sometimes, if not all the time, half-meant.
I in one way or another got over that sad week; however, there are still events during that week that still depress me when I’m reminded of them. D:
I’m making up to the classmate I affected most with my insults by acting kindheartedly to her. I fail to satisfy acting kind most of the time; nevertheless, she deserves to be treated fairly, and I’ll…. do my best to give her only what she really deserves, kindness in return.
That week made me think about two teachers of mine seriously and carelessly. In one of my written journal entries for homeroom, I released all the negative emotions and opinions I have of my adviser, still keeping in mind that I am still her student, so I made sure to keep everything frank and well-worded (so as to minimize the gravity of any hurtful statements).
THIS WEEK
I got back my homeroom notebook this week, immeasurably eager to see my adviser’s reply. I took time to read it slowly, as if she herself dictated it to me. (I treasure handwritten replies; they give me an idea of who people are in writing.) I wasn’t surprised to see a lot of rational rants. The way she replied made me think of her as a lost student. I felt so inconsiderate with what I told her because I only had a slight idea of how much she felt pressured and, well, lost. I truly appreciate how she took my opinions seriously and thanked me for being honest. I should be thanking her for that…
She wrote,
“I’M TRYING… I’LL TRY HARDER…
‘PAG HINDI PA RIN… BAKA HINDI AKO PARA DITO X.X
Thank you for your comments and suggestions.
Thank you for being honest.
Thank you for your concern.
………
Sorry if I disappoint you ”
…that made me reconsider judging and comparing her to another teacher. She’s still adjusting. I’ll be patient…
This week is certainly the saddest week for others because of the very tragic Hostage drama. I actually felt very enthusiastic as I watched. I was serious about it. This was my very first time to watch a live hostage taking and killing. It’s as if the media had made us ALL witnesses to the crime. Don’t get me wrong, I was only intrigued about nature of hostage-taking itself, and I was never happy about the situation. That was just horrible.
Hong Kong citizens seem very much used to the presence of numerous Filipinos (mostly dhs) in their country, and HK Disneyland even added a cute Filipino set-up to the races of Asia in their boat ride attraction, “It’s a Small World” (that’s what made the attraction different from the other ones around the world).
Anyway, the hostage drama was most certainly a drama. There were the SWAT, tear gas, RAIN, and of course the hostage-taker. I don’t feel like explaining the whole event, so just search about it.
Just two days ago I played the accompaniment in another Glee Club activity. We traveled to an open area with a stage near a Church in the town of Bay. People there acted irritable, but it was a natural trait in the area… I guess. Anyway, around 5-8 kids in not-so-formal clothing approached me and stared at my violin in curiosity. They all told me to play Lupang Hinirang (which they called Bayang Magiliw, being the unaware and carefree children they were), and only one very inquisitive kid asked me to play an MJ song (Billie Jean, was it?) and told me to complete Lupang Hinirang, since I only played the first two lines.
Children. > _<
Anyway, it was all good. I, again, acted like such an ignorant baby with my club adviser and some fellow members helping me tie my hair and put on my make-up. They’re just too nice ^_^ and very patient.
At that time, I searched for the popular couple among the juniors/third years in the club. My classmate told me they were really sweet. Well, luckily, I found them to be sitting right in front of me in the jeepney ride to the area. They were such a cute couple :D Hardly noticeable PDA, if you’re blind to those things.
I’ll cut the journal here. It’s becoming too long and [unnecessarily!] wordy. :P *continues next entry*
The past week really made me depressed. Not only was I not acting like myself, there even came a series of disheartening events that put me on the verge of getting sick of life. Since that week, I’ve started to think about my actions. I noticed my habitual, reflexive act of insulting classmates, and I realized that my jokes are sometimes, if not all the time, half-meant.
I in one way or another got over that sad week; however, there are still events during that week that still depress me when I’m reminded of them. D:
I’m making up to the classmate I affected most with my insults by acting kindheartedly to her. I fail to satisfy acting kind most of the time; nevertheless, she deserves to be treated fairly, and I’ll…. do my best to give her only what she really deserves, kindness in return.
That week made me think about two teachers of mine seriously and carelessly. In one of my written journal entries for homeroom, I released all the negative emotions and opinions I have of my adviser, still keeping in mind that I am still her student, so I made sure to keep everything frank and well-worded (so as to minimize the gravity of any hurtful statements).
THIS WEEK
I got back my homeroom notebook this week, immeasurably eager to see my adviser’s reply. I took time to read it slowly, as if she herself dictated it to me. (I treasure handwritten replies; they give me an idea of who people are in writing.) I wasn’t surprised to see a lot of rational rants. The way she replied made me think of her as a lost student. I felt so inconsiderate with what I told her because I only had a slight idea of how much she felt pressured and, well, lost. I truly appreciate how she took my opinions seriously and thanked me for being honest. I should be thanking her for that…
She wrote,
“I’M TRYING… I’LL TRY HARDER…
‘PAG HINDI PA RIN… BAKA HINDI AKO PARA DITO X.X
Thank you for your comments and suggestions.
Thank you for being honest.
Thank you for your concern.
………
Sorry if I disappoint you ”
…that made me reconsider judging and comparing her to another teacher. She’s still adjusting. I’ll be patient…
This week is certainly the saddest week for others because of the very tragic Hostage drama. I actually felt very enthusiastic as I watched. I was serious about it. This was my very first time to watch a live hostage taking and killing. It’s as if the media had made us ALL witnesses to the crime. Don’t get me wrong, I was only intrigued about nature of hostage-taking itself, and I was never happy about the situation. That was just horrible.
Hong Kong citizens seem very much used to the presence of numerous Filipinos (mostly dhs) in their country, and HK Disneyland even added a cute Filipino set-up to the races of Asia in their boat ride attraction, “It’s a Small World” (that’s what made the attraction different from the other ones around the world).
Anyway, the hostage drama was most certainly a drama. There were the SWAT, tear gas, RAIN, and of course the hostage-taker. I don’t feel like explaining the whole event, so just search about it.
Just two days ago I played the accompaniment in another Glee Club activity. We traveled to an open area with a stage near a Church in the town of Bay. People there acted irritable, but it was a natural trait in the area… I guess. Anyway, around 5-8 kids in not-so-formal clothing approached me and stared at my violin in curiosity. They all told me to play Lupang Hinirang (which they called Bayang Magiliw, being the unaware and carefree children they were), and only one very inquisitive kid asked me to play an MJ song (Billie Jean, was it?) and told me to complete Lupang Hinirang, since I only played the first two lines.
Children. > _<
Anyway, it was all good. I, again, acted like such an ignorant baby with my club adviser and some fellow members helping me tie my hair and put on my make-up. They’re just too nice ^_^ and very patient.
At that time, I searched for the popular couple among the juniors/third years in the club. My classmate told me they were really sweet. Well, luckily, I found them to be sitting right in front of me in the jeepney ride to the area. They were such a cute couple :D Hardly noticeable PDA, if you’re blind to those things.
I’ll cut the journal here. It’s becoming too long and [unnecessarily!] wordy. :P *continues next entry*