All your brain cells die when you’re busy. Or, you get writer’s block.
I have a feature article on microwaving plastic due tomorrow. I’ve accomplished half of it, thanks to my session this afternoon at the computer shop in between my classes. Frankly, I can’t pick up where I left off. Sucks that way, doesn’t it? I was so much in the mood to continue writing earlier at 2:50pm, but I had a class (and a quiz!) at 3 so I had to bolt.
I figured maybe blogging would help me generate creative sentences about what my expert told me during the interview.
If that fails, I’ll just gulp down coffee and wait until the sunrise comes around to inspire me.
*sigh*
I also have an exam in Biology and a radio news script to pass tomorrow. You’d think I would not opt to blog, let alone surf the net, when I’ve got tons to do. But I can’t help it.
Stupid feature article won’t come to life in my brain.
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Of Numb Lips and Memory Loss.
I saw my High School Biology teacher earlier today at the supermarket. I had just finished my Hazelnut cappuccino shake at that time, which gave me the ticket to enter the grocery store. As soon as I did so, however, I spotted her with her son, who is more or less four years old, and her husband. I was so ecstatic at the sight of her, because she is one of my favorite teachers and I deeply appreciate and admire her. She looked even more beautiful than I last remembered.
When she asked me how I was and stuff, I found that I couldn’t speak so well due to my lips feeling numb from the shake. I hope she got the hint that I wasn’t at my best in speaking then… I would have said more if I hadn’t felt so weird that I wanted to touch my lips or something.
I also found that despite knowing that I had so much to tell, I either didn’t know where to begin or I just didn’t know what to say…
I realize this happens 80% of the time I see someone I’ve wanted to see for such a long time. And then when the person is out of my sight, I remember all the things I want to share.
I was pensive after seeing my teacher. I don’t ever want to forget her, or not be able to see her again, or not be able to communicate with her. She had such a big impact in my life, but it feels like so long ago since we last talked and had the student-teacher relationship.
I’m just so scared that someday, when I start living on my own or something, I’ll forget people like her who made a difference in my life. We think that sort of thing is impossible, and sometimes it really does seem that way. Besides, take my case as an example: I can still remember my American friends–their whole names, the way they looked then, and what we did together. After all these years, those things are such clear things in my mind, it’s almost unlikely I’ll forget.
But what if we suddenly do? I’m always anxious about things like that.
That’s why I always let people know how much I appreciate them.
I really miss her. My goodness her son is so big and cute now. I wish them all the happiness in the world.
Hodge-Podge.
“My heart is drenched in wine
But you’ll be on my mind, Forever…”
[Don't Know Why]
As I was eating breakfast, the lyrics of Norah Jones’ song Don’t Know Why suddenly materialized in my head, so I popped my copy of Come Away With Me, Norah’s debut album, in the stereo and listened. It’s funny, but I found myself enjoying the music. I guess when you’ve been accustomed to loud music for a long period of time, it feels good to try out ’soft music’. I felt very calm and peaceful as Norah’s songs ventured into my system. Maybe that’s just the way it’s supposed to be.
“Spinning, laughing, dancing to her
favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she’s all alone.”
[Seven Years]
I often find myself in solitude on Tuesdays. It didn’t used to be like this; during the early months of the semester I always had a close friend to spend time with for lunch, at least. Now I seldom see her, and I don’t know how she is. I get to send her messages from time to time, but her replies (if there are, at the time) don’t exactly go with what I sent her.
Surprises come in small packages. I was walking along grove earlier, looking for lunch. After I bought a bottle of water from Ministop and prepared to cross the street, a man sprinted from the campus with a police officer running after him. I was so astonished, as were the people around me. I don’t think I’d ever witnessed something like that in my life. Well. Not technically…
They creep me out, things like that. Thank goodness it wasn’t the type of heinous crime that caused policemen to shoot. I would not be able to stand something like that…
Anyway, as I was lining up at Bugong, somebody called out my name. I turned to see that it was Osh, one of my closest friends. He invited me to lunch at his apartment, which I immediately agreed to. When was the last time I was in Osh’s apartment? Seems like so long ago. I miss it.
It’s very different when two people are alone together (admire the paradox), as opposed to when you’re part of some crowd. Two people don’t get shy around each other that much. They focus on each other; and when one is down, the other cheers that person up.
Osh and I didn’t exactly share our woes, if academics and social life don’t belong in that group. But just soaking up in each other’s presence made up for months of not bonding.
There is so much still that I have not told him about my life lately. Yet his presence made me feel at one with him. Maybe because of years of friendship. I don’t know.
We were alone–alone together.
“The sun just slipped its note below my door
And I can’t hide beneath my sheets
I’ve read the words before so now I know
The time has come again for me”
[Feelin' The Same Way]
You know what I’ve been busy with lately? Field Trips, seminars, and film showings. Lots of them. Last week I watched a film about climate change (never-ending topic, but I never cease to be interested in it). It showed what would happen to the world if one, two, three–and so on until six–degree/s was/were added to our global temperature. The film was shown at one of Biosci’s lecture halls at past 7pm. I stayed to finish the whole thing until around 9:45pm. By then, my seatmates were all gone but I was past caring.
The film moved me in ways Al Gore never did.
Do you realize how unfair it is for tribal people to suffer the consequences of environmental degradation when they did nothing to ruin nature? That as First World countries continue to advance in technology, and thereby in their nonrenewable energy consumption, Third World countries continue to get poorer and experience catastrophes that are suited to be experienced by the wealthy countries because they created the bad stuff in the first place? |run on much|
I’m not saying that every bad thing developed countries do to the environment is felt only by the under-developed countries. Hurricane Katrina, the polar ice cap melting, and a lot of other things occur in places that don’t exactly live on a hand-to-mouth existence. It’s just… nothing is fair!
People who did nothing wrong suffer for those who did all the wrong things. Men and women and their children who already have poverty to worry about have to experience pollution because, duh, they live on the Earth.
The Earth! Which might ‘die’ any day now because people choose to remain ignorant of the issues facing us.
The Earth! Which is our only home unless people find some way to melt all the ice under Mars’ surface and travel all the way there just to die anyway.
The Earth! Which… is, well, you get the point.
I hate knowing something important or sacred and not abiding by it. Because we’ve all read and watched so much about global warming, we should not play stupid and refuse to help.
Contrary to popular belief, the smallest possible thing that you can do makes a big difference. For instance, if you pass up a chance to contribute whatever change you have from your groceries to one of those cylindrical containers on the counter, and the total lacked 25 centavos for full payment of some medical thing, and 25 centavos is exactly what you had which you did not drop in the container, then you did nothing to help.
Small things -> big changes
So let’s work together to promote sustainable development in ordinary ways.
