Start of a full blown... umm...

Classes are starting as well as the rainy days. I know that summer is finally over. I hope I could make this semester a truly memorable and enjoyable one.

I am taking LTS 2 (Literacy Training Service) where we would actually teach little children. Well, sometimes other LTS students are not teaching children... anyway I am so excited. I really wanted to be a teacher when I was young and enrolling in this is like making that dream sort of come true.

I just hope I would make a good job.

Aside from LTS all my courses are my majors. I sure hope I would not die because of that. Although I have not reached the required number of units I still feel that things would not be easy for me.

I just wanted to have something on my blog today that's why I wrote something now.

Wish me luck this sem!

Real air

There was once a quote from the Matrix where Morpheus asked "Do you think that 's air you're breathing?" or something similar to that...

If he would ask me I would answer "No." What I am breathing right now is death.

I was riding an ordinary bus that time. Looking out the window I noticed how polluted the city is. When I look ahead all I can see are the cars hiding in the smoke they leave behind.

I hate how those vehicles give out black fumes... it is as if they want to kill everyone. Murderous people... and yet they don't even know that what they are doing is practically murder.

I yawned... in the middle of what I was doing I felt my chest hurt. I think I had inhaled some of the smoke. I hate that feeling...

If there was one thing that I don't like in this world that would be air pollution. It is just to much that it is not humane anymore. Many people die because of this problem and yet no one really pays that much attention too it. Especially the smokers.
I once saw a man with his child. The child was walking. I think the child was about 5-6 years old. It was a cute sight but the only thing I didn't like was the fact that the child's father was smoking while walking with her. Little did the father know he was already killing his daughter slowly.

Sigh. I still hope that there's a future for all of us... and I still believe that there would be a day that I would wake up breathing REAL air.

That day you told her to come with you

This is a new story of mine... I finally finished it after many failed attempts of writing it. I don't want to write it at first because I think that it would not turn out good... but I wrote it anyway since I have no other story in in mind.

I don't know if it is good or not.



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