No New Blog for Today

No new blog for today. No profound discussions from me now. I don't feel like writing. I feel terrible. I'm not feeling well. I'd like to discuss a lot of things. Things about important people around me. I'd like to talk about Pam and Claire. Maybe tomorrow, if I'm feeling better by then.

Is it bitterness that I'm feeling? We'll see in my next blog. For the meantime, I'm going to rest a little. I hope I'll feel better.

¡Hola! La tarjeta postal yo hice para mi clase de Español Once

This is the post card I made for my Spanish 11 class. I can't find the write-up a.k.a. the letter I did in Spanish. This was supposed to be addressed to our professor Señora Anna Gloria Margarita Ventanilla-Degilla. I delivered this to her house in Area 2 in UP Diliman. I'm very proud of this work that's why it's here. I wonder what my grade here is. I only used Microsoft Powerpoint in doing this. I'm not very good at Photoshop so I just imitated one post card I saw in Media Center near the Film Department and made this.

I miss our Span 11 class. I took it last sem. I miss Señora and the class even though I'm not very close to every one. I miss my partner Mickee although I sometimes see her in our college. She's always my partner in dialogues and other partner activities. Spanish language and culture is very interesting to study. I want to take Span 12 and Span 13 (which are Intermediate Spanish classes). I want to learn more about Spain even though they've been our colonizer for a long time. I just love the language because according to my Media Law prof, Spanish is a romantic language. But of course it's just one reason. There are many other reasons. I want to go to Spain too!

The big space on the left of this card is where I wrote my note/letter to Señora. Gosh I can't remember a thing I wrote there. Here's one of my favorite Spanish expression: ¡Qué ganas tengo de verla!

It means I'm excited to see you!

I made a poem for you

This is my attempt to write a poem. It doesn't have rhyme or meter and other elements that a poem should contain. It's pure freestyle. So here it goes.

Does the absence (of the person) really make the love more intense?

HER

I miss her

She won’t reply to my text messages

I flirt with many other girls

But at the end of the day it’s she I’m thinking of

I can’t chat her anymore

Is she still having a difficulty trying to sleep like normal?

How is her thesis?

I miss her

I hope she feels the same.

YOU

You really know how to make me happy

In different ways

You just know

And I’m happy about it

You are vulnerable but I haven’t seen you cry

You hide, you don’t want your pride get hurt

You are an extremely extraordinary girl

You know me, I don’t know you

I can’t read you.

I

I miss her it makes me sick

It makes me panic

It makes me upset

It makes me anxious

I miss her

I curl in my bed and think about her

I let my thoughts fly away

I think about us, what could have we been?

If she knows. I think she knows.