Charles Dickens

Who would forget about him in the fields of writing and English literature? He’s everybody’s favorite and I can’t help to say that I am one of them and completely hooked.

“Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o’clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously.”

Quote mentioned about one of his finest novel, also learned to be his autobiographical, an introduction of his David Copperfield. I know I read this story but bashful to disclose that I haven’t finished reading it yet. It’s been a while since I discontinued reading it for school reason or maybe procrastination built-up on me. I started to be glamorized when I commence reading his David Copperfield; astonished, because of its complexity of detail and drastic predicament. But I have to say that he’s still fortunate enough that cruelty he endured is not close enough compared with the forebearance of today’s. In contrast, for such juvenile age, he was able to compromise every situation that came along. Hope to finish DC and buy more if my pocket tells me so.

Need For Disambiguation…

Lately, I lost my appetite of being a student or become a registered nurse someday or generally myself. It is like I am coming to school with this same apathetic feeling and just waking up and entering school gate gutless. Going home naive of everything. Studying just for passing, sometimes failing. Walking out with school friends dilly-dallying and talking with them for its sake. Laughing with them like nothing is bothering. I find myself a step forward and three steps backward where everything is a rim of paper and pen-completely blank by all odds. I said to myself before this semester that it would be different. Not a sort of err same as I did but a pursuit of life away from this ambiguation. What distranquility enshrouding me? Where will it lead me? Being immotile by these repetitive scornful circumstances. I am lost, everything is in grayscale; I am afraid that this would go further and further…

Doha Debates: Trusting Iran For Not Developing Nuclear Bomb?

Doha Debates: November 2009

Yesterday, which I guess almost midnight while I was reading Microbio and Para book, my mother told me to watch the BBC News channel and I am always looking forward for something interesting and peculiar when it comes to foreign news.

As I turned the television on, it displayed a woman being interrogated by Tim Sebastian-a BCC interviewer about not trusting Iran. She was thrown with a vehement question of why she does not trust Iran for possessing nuclear weapon or whatsoever, in which was only a mere agitation, and actually no apparent evidence can be stated or shown. So, I became increasingly occupied by the heat going on.

Well, the panel consisted of two members each who speak for the motion and against the motion. The pro-motion were Mohammad Marandi and Dr. Mahjoob Zweiri whilst the opposition were Dr. Alireza Nourizadeh and Baria Alamuddin. The moderator, Tim Sebastian, is a BBC former award-winning correspondent.

I don’t want to give anything concrete about their focal opinions since I have not witnessed the full debate and the show is nearly ending when I watch. But based on my insights, the perplexity of whether we should or not lay our comforts to Iran for not possessing any weapons of mass destruction is on the verge. Because the panel said Tehran(capital of Iran) failed to abide by the treaty or contract of not developing any experiment pertinent to human destruction. It is also said that they were developing Uranium experiments but they obtrude they don’t. Concealed Centrifuge and Laser researches have been conducted for years yet they still refuse to tell the truth. What is odd of giving Iran the benefit of the doubt is simply a matter of time. Time, in which, it is very hard to gain trust back to people that once they failed.

For details about the debate: http://www.thedohadebates.com/news/item.asp?n=6053

Blog Title?

I’m planning to change my blog title. I mean, there’s a bunch of phrases/words to pick yet I picked something that isn’t relative to my blog and for the cause. Besides, my blog title was chosen randomly out of bustle. I have not thought of it concisely and it only pertains to what I am interested the most but not actually the general. I’ll be changing it soon..

TITLE:
“LRT2:Gilmore Station approaching…” CHANGED TO “An Idiosyncratic Ephemeris”

An Off-course Interest Or A Calling?

I never had any interest of taking myself down to pen and paper before. English subject, as fairly as I recall, is my greatest adversary on the rocks of schooling same as through with Mathematics and Science. I do get intimidated whenever my ears caught words which are unfamiliar or a faculty member speaks with eloquence and fathomless words.

I do get vexed, in times a teacher consider students with her same level of discernment of grammar and vocabulary. For they converse like a native of an English country, I thought of them more likely incompetent than productive. In believing so far, they would only impede us from learning than causing easiness. Sentiments, even insensible, but fellow students of mine probably, are on the same grounds.

During late high school, third year to fourth year, I began composing myself trying-hard to write. My dedication of writing was as more often sparse than steady. Simply, the reason behind is the fact of my feeble comprehension in the subject matter. There was a time, I got frustrated of having my essay colored in red, seeing every sentences corrected. I thought of how worst I am in writing.

But my peregrination did not stop there. I tried my best working hard to exhaust all ideas whenever I am confronted with essays in different subjects. I even joined a spelling contest but unfortunately, outsmarted by a higher level.

I decided not to stop this insatiable thirst of making an essay a step higher than anybody else. The stand of knowing a lot more bizarre words than others, makes me exultant. I was so thankful when my parents bought an English-Tagalog dictionary. Until, it came to my mind of how will I garner all this words I knew and how will I utilize them. So, I placed them in a notebook and listed its translation and part of speech. But something is still missing. I need to make use of them. I decided to make a blog. Dismally, I stopped blogging since it’s hard making an effort doing it on a regular basis.
So, I left it idle.

In college, I tried joining a school newspaper, the Vitales Signa. I tried to be as pliant as possible since I have not joined any organization as such before. We were oriented weekly and trained how to make good essays. But in the end, my bearing to it became a failure.

In the latter, I still want to mount this urge of writing. I moved back to blogging for even no one is reading it, even if it is trivial, I believe this training ground would make me a better writer someday.

Being a student nurse, I sometimes mull, in spite of achieving sophomore level, if this is just an interest or a calling that I must take another course after I finished nursing.

P.S.
Thus, I realized how much valuable time I squandered, dawdling around during English discussions of my elementary and secondary days. Now that I’m crying over spilt milk, there’s nothing I can do to take it all back anew. I should have treasured every moment I had with my English teachers. Darn it!

Broken

It happened like this…

I sent her a letter thinking that she would be able to read it and go after me in the end.
She went to her office found a white paper on her desk. She picked it up swiftly and laid her eyes every word written on it. After reading, she managed herself to use the stairs instead of an elevator to make herself go to the place in a shorter time.

Running against time, whist I was waiting for her in the said place where we first met during our high school, I thought of my letter uttering every single word again and pretending I am standing before her.

My Dearest Love,

I know I went wrong before. I left without even bidding goodbye at all. I just don’t know what to do, I thought that I need to find myself and soul search so I escaped the present reality. I did not give any shit to anyone except me. I know that wasn’t easy for you, but now I want to tell that I am very sorry for what had happened. And I hope that you could forgive me and give another chance. I did not forget that on Monday is your birthday so let us meet in the park where we initially met. 5:30 at the afternoon. I know sundown is your favorite. I’m looking forward seeing you. I love you.

Love,

As I heard the kids laughter playing around my ears, glancing every minute at my watch and it’s past 5:30 already yet I haven’t seen any shadow of her.

She’s driving fast, reached the place and stopped. She went down the car, looked around and smiled. She was smiling to someone else, her present man in life. Holding flowers and cake I guess, they hugged each other, greeting her a happy, happy birthday.

But even she went to a different place. Thought of having my letter read by her but not, I still want her to know that I love her. As I throw everything in hand, I hope these balloons, bracelet and lighter…be gone forever…

SUCKS! SAD!

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