Outline

Here is my outline by the two written works of George Orwell:

Politics and the English Language

I. State of the English language:

Political and economic Causes

II. Examples of Poorly-written Prose

A. In Freedom of Expression

B. In Interglossa

C. In Politics (New York)

D. In a communist pamphlet

E. In Tribune

III. Tricks to Avoid Proper Prose-construction

A. Dying Metaphoes

B. Operators on Verbal False Limbs

1. From simple verbs to phrases

2. Preference of the passive over the active voice

C. Pretentious Diction

D. Meaningless Words

IV. A Poor Translation Using Modern English

V. Explanation of the Examples of Poorly-written Prose

VI. Connection between the English language and Politics

VII. The Defense of the English Language

A Hanging

I. Introduction

A. A sodden morning at the prison

B. The condemned Hindu

C. The bugle call

II. Bringing of the Condemned to the Gallows

III. Encounter with the Dog

IV. Realization

V. The Hanging

A. The call to Ram

B. The Hindu’s death

VI. Breakfast Back at the Prison

A. The Eurasian boy

1. His friend, the Hindu

2. An anecdote to share

B. Drinking together

Descriptive

A Bubble of Nature

When you think of nature, what first comes to mind? You think about tree and plants and live things. These are exactly what you get when you drop by the UP lagoon. You see different shades of green and crawling roots wherever your eyes wander along. A deafening silence prevails as different bugs play their pieces as the forest’s orchestra. This is the first impression you’ll get once you step in this bubble, along with the apprehensions brought along by any forest.

When breeze blows a dance begins and all things green are enslaved by the rhythm. The branching of the trees are the forest’s artists as they paint images with high contrast on the foliage. Although, these works are only visible in daylight but they make up for it by never running out of ideas for their art. The air is cool and gentle; every whiff breathes life into you and you become one with the forest.

The tranquility and the peacefulness soothes the soul – a perfect place for solitude and meditation. Although one can never be truly alone here. Look down on the ground and you see fiery-red warriors busy gathering food for the colony. Little winged-creatures come across you in search of mate and food. You see birds in flight chirping lively as if to catch your attention. Look over by the smooth flowing waters and you notice vibrant greens, blues and sometimes oranges – dragonflies hovering just above the water. Whether it’s up by the blue sky or underneath the fresh earth there is always something that is deserving of your attention. Conclusion? There’s just so many things to see hear, experience and realize here in the lagoon. It is so full of life the one cannot be alone and not notice the wonders of life the lagoon is so rich of.

The lagoon really takes you away from the pressures of the urban world. Though not completely, as cars and buildings can still be seen if one looks far enough. Being here is like being in a bubble – it separates you from the outside yet it has its own way of reminding you do the reality you eventually have to re-enter.

Letter

Dear Mr. Decena,

How are you? Isn’t it funny that we crossed paths again in an unlikely place? Well I sure wasn’t expecting it, after trying to get your attention hesitantly and abandoning the attempt just because it’s going to turn out awkward and embarrassing. Embarrassing you may ask? Well it’s simply because I forgot your first name and only remembered your last name. That explains why I addressed this to ‘Mr. Decena’ rather than your first name, which is what I would normally do. So yeah, I hope you forgive me for forgetting; you looked like you forgot my name as well, and I’m cool with it. I’d like to thank you though for remembering our friendship and the short but meaningful time we had together in the review center. I am really looking forward to being friends and co-students here with you in the university.

Your friend,

David

P.S. Kudos to you for passing the UPCAT!

Narrative

In the Deeps: for the First Time

I love our pool. It is the perfect place to unwind and to escape reality amongst the waves. Currently, it serves the purpose of being my exercise grounds where I do my lapping to keep myself fit and to relieve myself of stress. I can’t help but remember the time I first learned how to swim.

You see, our pool is the kind where the middle area is deeper than the ones at the sides. When I was a kid, the shallow parts were mine to command; my fortress held strongly in these parts, while the enemy was lurking in the deeps. I could easily float around and not cross boundaries; anyways the idea of being alone in an unfamiliar, hostile environment petrified me.

Little did I know that my peaceful days were drawing to an end. My father, who of all people I least expected, was about to betray me. He called me and I hurriedly trotted to him like any young boy should. Next thing I know, he caught me off guard and threw me to the clutches of the enemy! For a second I was flying in mid air until I plummeted down right at the middle of the pool. What transpired after this wasn’t all too clear to me but what I know is, pure instinct took over my entire body. This was actually pretty neat – my muscles were the ones doing the work for me. Without my mind’s direction, my body did everything it could to get myself out of danger.

Upon reaching safety, my mind was completely blank yet I felt relieved. I wasn’t even thinking of the hapless encounter with my father. It was all about ‘now I am safe, I made it out’. Moments after, I took a deep breath and then started searching for my missing swimming trunks.

Revival

Wow. I never thought I'm going to open this blog again, especially since this whole thing was just for a silly school requirement back in high school. Now, I have to post some articles I wrote for Eng 1 (To the future me: this is your first English class 1st year 1st sem in UP) and I've decided to just use this one. Although the blog is named this-is-for-cs ('cs' stands for computer science), it will have to serve the purpose as being for English as well. Anyways, it was nice to actually read some of the original posts. It feels really nice to reminisce and get back to the old days of high school. I also find observing the way I wrote and thought back then interesting. It's kinda like one of those things that nobody talks about or openly appreciate but they're really something worth your appreciation.

Hello blogger, old friend. It's been a while. :)