Oh, I entitled this one as such on a more positive note, I am not depressed nor anxious. Well, so-so. My day-to-day activities has been dimly unproductive for the past few days, and my obsessive-compulsive self is battling with my laid-back-I-don't-care self inside my head. It IS driving me crazy. Let me illustrate:
I have been studying Spanish for the longest time, right? I've been babbling about this obsession of learning this language since, probably, last year. I love books; so, I got my hand in every Spanish learning book I could afford. I surrounded myself with Shakira, Chayanne and Los Lonely Boys music and tried to dissect the lyrics of their songs. I have tried watching Spanish films without subtitles. I've done everything to learn Spanish but I still can't get it right. Conjugating verbs within the snap of a finger is still a Mt Everest for me. Its not easy, and its driving me crazy. I have to at least demonstrate what I know on my next interview, but here I am, stuck in perfecting the perfect past, simple past and the present progressive and the rest of the BS tenses blubbery that is espanol. I suck in this. Left brain needs a whacking.
Of course, I will not give up. It is just exasperating to know that there are common words between Spanish and Tagalog, but why did the stupid Spaniards declined to teach us their Spanish? Tagalog sounded like pidgin English compared to Spanish. It is just outrageous. They plundered us for 300 years, changed all our names to Spanish, but they thought Filipinos shouldn't be taught proper Spanish. It's like getting a white boyfriend and not teach him Tagalog; so that you can curse him to high heavens, during those deliriously stupid petty quarrels. And since we were in this topic, I just learned that Filipinos need to have a visa to go to Spain. What the hell? Thanks for the 300 years of colonial rule. The only good thing that happened to the modern-day Philippines after the Spanish rule is the 6-storey ophthalmology clinic in PGH, which was completed when I left the university. Big Whoop. We even need to ask permission from our oppressors to go to their country. Geez.
I met a Spanish tourist several years ago, who went to the Philippines and visited Palawan and Boracay for a month. He was with his French boyfriend and stayed in the newly built hotel in P.Gil (the one with the Casino). He was surprised how the culture was similar to his native Spain, which is 3,000 miles away. He was amazed that we call our cutlery cubiertos and we know how to cook adobo; we call our horses kabayo and sit on a silya. His ears would hear Spanish words, but when he talk in Spanish, no one would understand. Well, there you go. That was precisely my point. Again, thank you for the 300-year colonial rule.
OK, I officially sound uncool from all my rants. I'll get to the bottom of this. I swear. Change topic.
The show Heroes is also driving me crazy right now. Things are heating up in the show and everything will be exciting in the next three episodes. Monday has been my favorite TV day, so far. I've been watching Chuck and Heroes every Monday night and i can say its good. Monday is TV day because the rest of the week, I usually lock myself up in one of the rooms and study freaking SPANISH. Ok, sorry, totally uncool, totally uncalled for.
I need a fucking cigarette.
I have been studying Spanish for the longest time, right? I've been babbling about this obsession of learning this language since, probably, last year. I love books; so, I got my hand in every Spanish learning book I could afford. I surrounded myself with Shakira, Chayanne and Los Lonely Boys music and tried to dissect the lyrics of their songs. I have tried watching Spanish films without subtitles. I've done everything to learn Spanish but I still can't get it right. Conjugating verbs within the snap of a finger is still a Mt Everest for me. Its not easy, and its driving me crazy. I have to at least demonstrate what I know on my next interview, but here I am, stuck in perfecting the perfect past, simple past and the present progressive and the rest of the BS tenses blubbery that is espanol. I suck in this. Left brain needs a whacking.
Of course, I will not give up. It is just exasperating to know that there are common words between Spanish and Tagalog, but why did the stupid Spaniards declined to teach us their Spanish? Tagalog sounded like pidgin English compared to Spanish. It is just outrageous. They plundered us for 300 years, changed all our names to Spanish, but they thought Filipinos shouldn't be taught proper Spanish. It's like getting a white boyfriend and not teach him Tagalog; so that you can curse him to high heavens, during those deliriously stupid petty quarrels. And since we were in this topic, I just learned that Filipinos need to have a visa to go to Spain. What the hell? Thanks for the 300 years of colonial rule. The only good thing that happened to the modern-day Philippines after the Spanish rule is the 6-storey ophthalmology clinic in PGH, which was completed when I left the university. Big Whoop. We even need to ask permission from our oppressors to go to their country. Geez.
I met a Spanish tourist several years ago, who went to the Philippines and visited Palawan and Boracay for a month. He was with his French boyfriend and stayed in the newly built hotel in P.Gil (the one with the Casino). He was surprised how the culture was similar to his native Spain, which is 3,000 miles away. He was amazed that we call our cutlery cubiertos and we know how to cook adobo; we call our horses kabayo and sit on a silya. His ears would hear Spanish words, but when he talk in Spanish, no one would understand. Well, there you go. That was precisely my point. Again, thank you for the 300-year colonial rule.
OK, I officially sound uncool from all my rants. I'll get to the bottom of this. I swear. Change topic.
The show Heroes is also driving me crazy right now. Things are heating up in the show and everything will be exciting in the next three episodes. Monday has been my favorite TV day, so far. I've been watching Chuck and Heroes every Monday night and i can say its good. Monday is TV day because the rest of the week, I usually lock myself up in one of the rooms and study freaking SPANISH. Ok, sorry, totally uncool, totally uncalled for.
I need a fucking cigarette.
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