And A Rivalry Sparks Once Again

Three days ago, I had an exam on Philippine Foreign Policy (PHILFOR, as we like to call it); it was my first exam for a Majors subject. My professor told us that we had to read three journals/articles (pictured above) to answer the two-out-of-four questions in a two-page-essay-style format. I had a whale of a time reading those.

As you can see, I peppered the journal/articles with bookmarks (notes and highlights too.) They were really helpful in showing which ones had common topics, like one was more detailed on pre-Cold War relations, other was on post-Cold War, and the other was on the rising power of China and the 9/11 terrorist attack. Yeah.

When we took the exam, the professor told us that it would only take us 30 minutes to finish. Anyway, the questions were 1) what was the Philippine-US relation during 1990-1996? And 2) what was the Philippine-US relation during 1997-2002? This didn’t cover pre-Cold War, and question 2 was extremely long. There were too many factors to cover in too little time. Nearing the end of the day, I and my classmate in German, were the only ones left in the room.

This classmate of mine has a long history of being really intelligent and whatnot. ‘Though, I don’t know much about her studying habit since I only see her in German class. At any rate, I’ll have to give you some back story before I proceed. Continue reading “And A Rivalry Sparks Once Again”

Adoption eines Kindes [adopting a child]

 

I had a dream this morning. This dream was very short and very sweet. Although, maybe the reason why it was so short was because I may have forgotten most of it. But whatever. So the dream starts with me shopping in a grocery store.

I was looking about the bread and cereal aisle, trying to decide which one would be much more nutritious and delicious. I stood there wearing pants and a long sleeve polo shirt, two things I would never wear hahaha! I finally pick the cereal box which says Cinnamon Toast. I walk back to my shopping cart and find a young boy jumping up and down inside the cart.

This boy looked very much like the one in the picture above, but much younger. I would say that he was around 3-years-old in my dream. So this bouncing bubbling baby boy starts shouting “Milch! Ich will Milch!” Which roughly translates from German to “Milk! I want milk!” Then he begins to blab incomprehensibly, which is cute.

Then I say, “Hey. Keep your voice down.” He ignores me. “SIT,” I made it a point that I sounded stern and not frightening. He stops, then climbs to the seat of the cart, sits down and stares at me. I, in turn, blow my bangs to relieve some of my stress (like how Go Eun Chan does in Coffee Prince), and he tries to copy me. I say try because all he ends up doing is splattering saliva on my shirt.

I wake up from the dream to realise that I adopted a kid.

 

Der Klang: Kaffee bei Drei Uhr in der Morgen

I am french press
I am french press (Photo credit: nyoin)

The following is a journal entry for poetry class. We were tasked to write something about our favourite sounds. Hence, the title of the post The Sound: Coffee at 3 o’clock in the Morning. I’m taking up German, so please correct me if I’m wrong :D

There’s something about doing things extremely early in the morning; I don’t usually do things this early. Sleep is an essential part of me. I’m up at this hour because I needed to get things done, but my eyes are falling in on themselves. So, my best bet is to wake myself up with some cups of coffee. That right, cups of coffee, not a cup of coffee. Since 3AM is still pretty quite, what I hear is clear as crystal.

I pick up my step-ladder, trying my best not to make too much noise, but the metal legs still lightly scrape the marble tile floor, like a family of squirrels arguing which nut should go where. I climb up three steps and reach for the cupboard. I open it, and the wood and hinges disagree with each other. Any louder, then they would match my creaky wooden floor in my bedroom. I grab my French press and draw it toward me, I hit some of the china ware, but just slightly, and small muted bells ring in the air. Continue reading “Der Klang: Kaffee bei Drei Uhr in der Morgen”