I try to make New Year’s resolutions but I’m ashamed to say that I have rarely kept any of them. I hope for peace and happiness..the real deal. I hope for all of us, inhabitants of this planet, to make an effort to work things out first before we start lighting cars and structures on fire and hurting other people. Let us all talk first. We have the beautiful ability to speak but we are losing the ability to understand and compromise. The only thing to do is keep moving forward and hope that we can all get it together. Well, not to sound like a hippie but that’s how I feel...what else can i wish for? Oh, and i want Mama to come home with Raghad.
Food list
My version of The Food Lover's Write-Off :
I just love to eat
1. Soft Drink: Sprite
2. Ice Cream Flavor: Vanilla
3. Fast Food Restaurant: McDonald’s and KFC
4. Type of Pizza: Full of cheese with hot sauce and pepper!
5. Dinner: This is hard...Pizza or maybe Kare-kare with bagoong
6. Snack Food: hamburger, donuts or chips, fries and juice
7. Side Dish: Mashed potatoes
8. Food to Eat While Driving: I don’t drive...yet
9. Food for Breakfast: bread, peanut butter, scrambled eggs, milk, and coffee.
10. Sit-Down Restaurant: Saisaki, Lolo Dad's, Cibo, Old Manila ...
11. Italian Dish: pizza and pasta
12. Chinese Dish: noodles
13. Sandwich: peanut butter, tuna, Subway's sandwich.
14. Cheese: white cheese..all kinds
15. Donut: The one with a hole
16. Type of dessert: kakanin, fruits, cake, ice cream except pure chocolate ice cream,
fruit salad, All kinds of dessert.
17. Type of Cake: Braso de Mercedes, Black Forest.
18. Vegetable: All kinds of vegetables except ampalaYUCK!
19. Fruit: All kinds of fruits especially watermelon, pineapple, banana, and kiwi
20. Food In Bed: cookies
21. Beer: ehem...
22. Drink With Dinner: water
23. Fruit Juice: pineapple
24. What is your favorite meal? Most definitely the complete meal, Pizza!!! Mmmm..pizza
The Cyclopean Arch
This is supposed to be the prologue for our year book made by my friend Cedrik. It all depends now on the editors if they want to publish it. But I think that the Theme of this prologue fits just right for our batch.
The Cyclopean Arch
The Parthenon, the Pantheon, temples, and other ancient Greek structures were formed from stones of different shapes and sizes that perfectly fit to form the very foundations of the structures that are still to marvel until this century. There were no cements to hold them together, they were irregular stones piled up into an arch; the larger stones form the base and make up a great part of the arch. The smaller stones fill up the gaps of the larger stones so that altogether they form a sturdy arch that can last through the ages.
In a batch made of very fine stones, every single piece is important; the small ones as vital as the large ones in forming a structure. Like the Cyclopean arch, the great ones who shine in the batch are as important as the ones who normally go by. These simple ones make up for the lack of the great ones. Sometimes, these simple ones are those that make the great ones shine. But a structure is not viewed by the quantity or the quality of its stones; it is viewed as it is a structure. The same is true for a batch of fine stones, it is not assessed by the achievements of one man, or the success of one group and it is viewed as one batch, which accomplished many great things, things that shall be remembered through the ages.
Each and every person in a batch is important, as each and every stone in an arch is important. And like the Parthenon that still stands until this day, the batch of fine stones may live on to be marveled at through the ages.
The Cyclopean Arch
The Parthenon, the Pantheon, temples, and other ancient Greek structures were formed from stones of different shapes and sizes that perfectly fit to form the very foundations of the structures that are still to marvel until this century. There were no cements to hold them together, they were irregular stones piled up into an arch; the larger stones form the base and make up a great part of the arch. The smaller stones fill up the gaps of the larger stones so that altogether they form a sturdy arch that can last through the ages.
In a batch made of very fine stones, every single piece is important; the small ones as vital as the large ones in forming a structure. Like the Cyclopean arch, the great ones who shine in the batch are as important as the ones who normally go by. These simple ones make up for the lack of the great ones. Sometimes, these simple ones are those that make the great ones shine. But a structure is not viewed by the quantity or the quality of its stones; it is viewed as it is a structure. The same is true for a batch of fine stones, it is not assessed by the achievements of one man, or the success of one group and it is viewed as one batch, which accomplished many great things, things that shall be remembered through the ages.
Each and every person in a batch is important, as each and every stone in an arch is important. And like the Parthenon that still stands until this day, the batch of fine stones may live on to be marveled at through the ages.
Subic (Enjoyable Pandemonium) II
We did nothing much on the first day of the plant visit. After that short visit to Hitachi we went straight back to our suites. I like the place. The room is cold even if the aircon is not set to high, the beds were enough for our group. I also like the soft couch, and the carpet flooring. Although the bathroom seemed a little too kinky with the opaque sliding door. The toilet bowl was comfortable. And was the most favorite of the group. Well, I have to agree because when you sit on it, it's so comfy that sooner or later you might fall asleep. When we arrived at the suite, we immediately unpacked our stuff, then one of my classmate violated the clean and sparkling toilet. No wonder earlier that day he felt a little nauseous. There were ten of us in the group. It should be eleven inlcuding a prof. Luckily, he didn't come with us in our plant visit. It wont be fun if there's someone older like Dr. Nilo watching over us. We all had planned for each persons food assignments and contributions for the group because food is not provided. One of us brought his PS2. While some of us were unpacking our stuff and setting the table for lunch, Mike was in the sala setting up his console. The rest were eagerly waiting for the PS2 and lunch. I brought the adobong manok i cooked the night before the plant visit. And guess what, so did the other two of us in the group. Kevin had his three kilo pork adobo prepared by his yaya. hehe. Gerome, also brought adobong manok but his was special 'coz it had boiled eggs. But, of course, my cook the best and was the supreme..naubos kaagad.. hahaha. Anyways, The plan was that me and Kevin are responsible for Thursday's lucnch. On Friday, the breakfast by Art, Gio and Wanda, then we have lunch outside and our dinner by Gerome and Mar. Mike's contribution was for entertainment. Rd brought some extra food and some of his group leisure games. And for J-than..well he had a plan for the final day. We all brought our own fun stuffs, utensils and snacks. hehe.. So, Mike immediatly set-up the console and inserted the Budokai Dragon Ball series. He brought a lot of games but it for our whole stay, that was the most played. Most of us were gamers so on the first day the PS2 was running for several hours. Gio who always watch UFC and the news wasn't given a chance to flip the channel. I took out my cam and record a few scenes on the first day we did in the suite. A few minutes, some classmates went to our room and paid a visit. On the first night, i heard that there was inuman but nobody got drunked...yet. Of course, nobody would dare to be drunk on the first day because we still have a plant to visit on the next day. For dinner we had, (what else, but) adobong baboy. Basically, we hooked ourselves in the TV (not giving a damn on what's happening outside the room) and played video games on the first day. Well, i visited some of our classmates on the other room and had a little shooting practice at the court. The second day was the most awaited. This is when the bonding while drinkig began. hehehe. Sarah's dad who was responsible for the contacts of the company we visited was kind enough to give each of us sandwiches for breakfast. Actually, the drawer for foods, snacks and canned goods were full. And we had enough food that could last for a week thanks to Gio who had the biggest bag from the group it was like he's leaving home for a week. hahah. Skip the plant tour part, it didn't took us long to finish the last plant (which i didn't expect to be the last 'coz it we finsihed at around 11 am, i mean, there has to be another one. What are we going to do for the next seven hours?). Well, after that all of us took luch at Jollibee and then we went to our suites and was told that we won't stay for long because the company we just visited earlier that day gave us free tickets to Ocean Island. I've already seen that place so it's not new to me. It was hot and boring. Some just wanted to stay at the suite, probably they were lazy, in fact all of us were tired. They have a sea lion and false killer whale show at four in the afternoon but it was just around two in my watch. We spend the time roaming around the place. Some were taking pictures, buying suveneirs and stuff. I got to see the acquarium again but this time the tank that had nothing in it before was already filled with sea creatures. My favorite stone fish was still there along with his buddies Nemo and company. It was boring. Then the show started, at least there was a little entertainment even though i've already seen the show. Sea lions were performing their tricks and so did those stupid false killer whales (just kidding, they're not stupid). Some of the girls had their picture taken with the sea lion having a fish in his mouth (by the way they said the sea lion is a playboy). So, the second day turned our to be a field trip. The show ended and we decided to drop by at Duty Free to buy some pasalubong (unfortunately, i didn't have money) and on our way my stomach was aching. Before going to Duty Free, we had a vote on who wanted to go back to the suite first or to Duty Free. That's why i chose to go back, i might, you know...explode down there. I think it was because of what i ate in breakfast, the sandwich that came from Sarah's dad or the adobong baboy of Kevin. So, for almost one hour i was holding it hoping that i could hold it long enough for our stop at Duty Free our ride back to the suite. But, nature prevails and i couldn't hold anymore. So i ran inside the mall and found my refuge at an awkwardy situated comfort room located in the chocolates section. whew! I wanted to borrow some money from my classmate to buy pasalubong but i felt my stomach ache again. It made me look for some medicine but there was no drugstore in Duty Free. Then i saw J-than with two cases of red horse and one case of san mig light. He added some more to our stock. After that we went to a shabu-shabu restaurant for dinner which means no special adobong manok of Gerome that night. This again was charity by the plant we visited that morning. We arrived at the resto but i asked Ms. Karen (our prof. who looks like a student) if i could use the coaster to look for a drug store. So I went back and they were all eating. I wasn't feeling good that night. It was a wrong timing for that to happen. I know that later that night we're going to have some good time, if you know what i mean. I don't want to be a kill joy, it's J-than's birthday. Two capsules of Loperamide did the thing and the pain was gone. Everyone was full from the dinner but me. I lost my appetite. heheh. So, after the free meal we left the place and thanked the owner of CSI (the plant we visited) who paid for the bill. We said thank you to him in Korean but i forgot how it's pronounced. Anyways, the time we've all been waiting for is almost near. All of us in the bus were singing "happy birthday j-than" on the way to the suite. We arrived at eight-thirty had some rest and played PS2 'coz on ten pm the fun is going to start. Our room is going to be jam-packed. Well, I don't want to reveal the good stuff here so let me just tell you the drinks that we had - Cuervo, Gilbey's, Fundador, Emperador, Red Horse, San Mig Light, and San Mig Stong Ice. And thanks to J-than most especially Rd who made us all drunk. Could you just imagine mixing everything except the Cuervo and using it as a chaser. Nice one Rd..sira ka talaga.heheh. It's really funny to see people when they're drunk. The way they talk, act and laugh changes, and sometimes share stories. Like what i did with Mar and Clang. Wanda was hilarious when he was acting like a bouncer and sying "step-in" and giving a drink to anyone who passes the room and not even entering the door. hahah. I also heard Mike's weird and funny high pitched laugh. And Gio's concern to Mike that he might jump off a cliff. That's why he didn't let Mike leave the room. Some, like Da went back to our room to have a drink. I didn't know he was a hard drinker. But some of our classmates didn't enjoy our drinking. I think they should just be a little open-minded. And, i think nothings wrong with what we're doing 'coz it happened at the right time and in the right place. I, myself only drink occasionally. And it was during this time that i puked (even twice), had a hangover, and woke up eleven am forgetting that i had puked the second time and left it uncleaned in the bathroom sink. I made the guys cleaned my own puke. Anyways, everyone else puked. hahah. It was fun...a sure fun. Too bad Herbie wasn't around that friday. Anyhow, I'm looking forward to our next plant visit. I heard it might happen at Cebu or maybe at Singapore (sosyal ei).
Subic (Enjoyable Pandemonium) I
I feel so embarrassed after knowing what i did on the night of Friday, Oct. 14 last week at our trip in Subic. It wont happen again. Yeah, that 3-days-to-nights plant visit I got one word for it - masaya (!). It was fun, i can't wait for another plant visit to happen again. I heard that next term it's going to be at Cebu. You can just imagine how much we're going to spend for the tickets. Defenitely, it's much expensive than the eight hundred peso trip to Subic with free lodging at a hotel. On our desire to budget our allowance, we decided to use a coaster than a bus. I have a thing with coasters. When i see one, bad thoughts comes into my mind like it might stumble or fall when it turns into a corner, or it might get crashed. Things like that. It's really small! It's really small, really, really small like a bean. hehe. Although it's cheaper, it can only accomodate twenty-eight people. Did i say it was small? So, some of my blockmates brought their own cars but still have to pay for the coaster fee. So unfair. Anyways, I think it was on this trip that all of my batchmates were present. Complete attendance! The plant visit that should be educational turned out to be a recreational. Haha. I knew from the beginning that this is going to happen. I figured that it was going to be a bonding experience. Just imagine, six plants / companies to visit in two days? And, we were expected to write a reaction paper per company after the trip. Well, yes it's possible but i doubt it'll happen. And, i was right. We only visited two plants. One Taiwan based plant on the first day that brought their company here along with their Suppliers because labor is cheap in the Philippines. And another foreign-based plant on the second day. It's a good thing we visited the Suppliers or else we wont be able to write a reaction paper for six companies. Although, we almost wrote nothing on our papers because there wasn't interaction at all and we just passed by or looked at the things that's happening in the plant. Anyways, i guess that's what happened in the educational part of the trip. We just annoyed the owner and the workers in the plant for visiting and meddling them on their job. hehe.
Well, i learned something that they have high tech manufacturing devices. And it gave me an idea on how manufacturing companies work. Wait 'til i tell you about the recreational part, the gooood part. I'm going to bed now. Got to catch some Z's..
Well, i learned something that they have high tech manufacturing devices. And it gave me an idea on how manufacturing companies work. Wait 'til i tell you about the recreational part, the gooood part. I'm going to bed now. Got to catch some Z's..
misery
The call of a departure and the implication that either I have felt a departure or that it is a recurring dream or perhaps it is just the goodbyes, the last scene in either a story or a movie which somewhere you are gone, somewhere you are far away. The emptiness, it is hurting. It is killing me. But I do remember the pain, I do remember the misery. The fear and the bitterness. The sense of loss, and the sorrow. The sense of irony, extremely harsh, extremely cruel.
Coolin
Come with me under my coat,
and we will drink our fill
of the milk of the white goat,
or wine if it be my will.
Or would you like to ride on a boat,
and let the wind drift us away
from coast to coast.
And we will talk until talk is a trouble,too,
out on the side of the hill,
and nothing is left to do,
but an eye to look into an eye,
and a hand in a hand to slip,
and a sigh to answer a sigh;
And a lip to find out a lip.
What if the night is black
and the air on the mountain chill
where all but the trees are still.
Stay with me under my coat
and we will drink our fill
of the milk of the white goat,
out on the side of the hill.
Something Desired as Essential
There’s something about gloomy weather that makes me think gloomy thoughts, and brilliant weather that makes me think brilliant thoughts as well. When will you ever realize that there is not anyone out there for us who’ll make our lives heaven on earth? Not until you realize and embrace your ability and responsibility to make your own life heaven first will you find your one true love, a true friend. Get the picture? It is like you cannot really find the one person who will make you happy in this world until you find ways for yourself to be happy. We are responsible for our lives, our actions, our feelings – everything. We are responsible for all that is ours and only after we learn to take responsibility for what is ours can we move on to being responsible for someone else- that someone else that could be our love of our lives or a guiding true friend of our life. No one can make you happy in the same way that nobody can teach you love and pain. At best we can be inspired by others to be happy and to learn, but we can never be taught anything, really. Life is surely hard. We learn by our own, work by our own, and love by our own.
I find it funny when examining Desiderata. In some ways, it gave me a wider perspective in life. It keeps one in a positive thinking attitude in every aspect in life even though it always comes the way around. I am not being pessimistic or whatsoever, but I think that we should make it a point of pointing out the weak, bad sides of what is happening around us. Does it make any sense if we face the possible errors in life?
Desiderata are a piece which shows the reality of life and how to deal with it as humanly as possible.
The essence of being human shows in Desiderata. We individuals have become so absorbed in our daily quest for success that we at times miss the real objective: finding one’s own happness. For my part, I have been struggling to overcome my own weak points that I have set myself personal craving for success, one after the other. I have to admit, it’s a race out there, and I am certainly one of the masses of participants wanting to be at the top, or at least be one of the winners of the world. After all, it is they who are admired, appreciated, and even loved, and I just have to do my very best at all times to be with the “in” crowd. I felt a sense of superiority in me each time I climbed one stepping stone after the other, believing that I will someday be invincible – always winning, never failing. It is that sort of perfection that I have wanted deep within, diving even further to win, and again, and again.
But then, reality has a way of reminding me that I have a long way to go. I thought that my status in life as quite a well-off person sets me above the rest, and it would only be a matter of time before I take over and lead. But along the way, I was proven wrong. Comparing myself with others, I realized that I could be anywhere – at the top where I feel ecstasy, in the middle where I feel secure but lacking, or even at the bottom where frustration lies to be felt. Understanding it all, someone my age from a lowly station in life could be better than me, not certainly in terms of wealth, but in other ways such as intelligence, self-reliance and even a longer line of experience in coping out with the stress and harshness of daily living. Then again, I could be way above another who is more financially secure with all the luxuries that man has developed, who could project and wield influence, but who lacks intelligence, courtesy, discipline, understanding and respect from his peers.
I have been raised and made to understand the value of competition, at least in the school level. Winning, I have wanted to win more, more often than not forgetting my own welfare for a coveted title other than honors, credits, special pins and medals; and losing, I felt nothing more than emptiness. It was at that latter part that I overlooked my own achievements: I had at several times stepped up the stage in convocation ceremonies for special recognitions; I won in contests for talents not commonly shared by everyone; I felt the rush of self-worth and self-respect that I was longing for; I was able to make my loved ones proud of me. After looking back and remembering my share of success, I made a step backwards and told myself: not bad, not bad at all. These are things that are quite fresh in my memory and would continue cherishing, but there will come a time that I have to push forward for more. Things of my past will form my personal history, and there is no such thing as forever for them that I have to let go to survive future challenges and hold out to win, this time with experience.
For my years of still growing up and learning, many things stand out as my guide. And after reading “Desiderata” and accepting its teachings by heart, I realized that what I have been living for are all there in what I describe as a product of a wise author who had been around, only that I got that high feeling that such writing will guide me even better in the future. What I have to do for my part is to be human as I can, but with tenderness, better understanding, higher wisdom, stronger spirit, better self-worth, and with greater ties with God who is always there to see me through.
What I have been doing all these years was reflected in “Desiderata,” only learning more and seeing the light for a clearer picture of the things I have to go through. It was a unique experience, teaching me the right way to be human, more importantly to be me as I am while doing all that I can to find everybody’s ultimate goal: a happy ending.
I find it funny when examining Desiderata. In some ways, it gave me a wider perspective in life. It keeps one in a positive thinking attitude in every aspect in life even though it always comes the way around. I am not being pessimistic or whatsoever, but I think that we should make it a point of pointing out the weak, bad sides of what is happening around us. Does it make any sense if we face the possible errors in life?
Desiderata are a piece which shows the reality of life and how to deal with it as humanly as possible.
The essence of being human shows in Desiderata. We individuals have become so absorbed in our daily quest for success that we at times miss the real objective: finding one’s own happness. For my part, I have been struggling to overcome my own weak points that I have set myself personal craving for success, one after the other. I have to admit, it’s a race out there, and I am certainly one of the masses of participants wanting to be at the top, or at least be one of the winners of the world. After all, it is they who are admired, appreciated, and even loved, and I just have to do my very best at all times to be with the “in” crowd. I felt a sense of superiority in me each time I climbed one stepping stone after the other, believing that I will someday be invincible – always winning, never failing. It is that sort of perfection that I have wanted deep within, diving even further to win, and again, and again.
But then, reality has a way of reminding me that I have a long way to go. I thought that my status in life as quite a well-off person sets me above the rest, and it would only be a matter of time before I take over and lead. But along the way, I was proven wrong. Comparing myself with others, I realized that I could be anywhere – at the top where I feel ecstasy, in the middle where I feel secure but lacking, or even at the bottom where frustration lies to be felt. Understanding it all, someone my age from a lowly station in life could be better than me, not certainly in terms of wealth, but in other ways such as intelligence, self-reliance and even a longer line of experience in coping out with the stress and harshness of daily living. Then again, I could be way above another who is more financially secure with all the luxuries that man has developed, who could project and wield influence, but who lacks intelligence, courtesy, discipline, understanding and respect from his peers.
I have been raised and made to understand the value of competition, at least in the school level. Winning, I have wanted to win more, more often than not forgetting my own welfare for a coveted title other than honors, credits, special pins and medals; and losing, I felt nothing more than emptiness. It was at that latter part that I overlooked my own achievements: I had at several times stepped up the stage in convocation ceremonies for special recognitions; I won in contests for talents not commonly shared by everyone; I felt the rush of self-worth and self-respect that I was longing for; I was able to make my loved ones proud of me. After looking back and remembering my share of success, I made a step backwards and told myself: not bad, not bad at all. These are things that are quite fresh in my memory and would continue cherishing, but there will come a time that I have to push forward for more. Things of my past will form my personal history, and there is no such thing as forever for them that I have to let go to survive future challenges and hold out to win, this time with experience.
For my years of still growing up and learning, many things stand out as my guide. And after reading “Desiderata” and accepting its teachings by heart, I realized that what I have been living for are all there in what I describe as a product of a wise author who had been around, only that I got that high feeling that such writing will guide me even better in the future. What I have to do for my part is to be human as I can, but with tenderness, better understanding, higher wisdom, stronger spirit, better self-worth, and with greater ties with God who is always there to see me through.
What I have been doing all these years was reflected in “Desiderata,” only learning more and seeing the light for a clearer picture of the things I have to go through. It was a unique experience, teaching me the right way to be human, more importantly to be me as I am while doing all that I can to find everybody’s ultimate goal: a happy ending.
at long last
Finally, I've already fixed my computer. It was unbearable for one month of not using my own computer. For the last two months, I would rent at a near computer shop from our block or stay at school late just to finish type-written homeworks. It feels good again to sit in my chair and do what i do with my computer. Riiight.. it feels good!
Man, I've been lazy for quite a while in updating my blog. There were a couple of drafts that i haven't posted yet. I'll make it up this term! Maybe, I'll start by writing about the stuffs i did last term and last term break. Oh, right it's a new term. This should be a good term for me. Yeah. I have a feeling..
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A few minutes ago, I recieved a call from my mobile. It was Arthur. He was having a problem in formatting his computer. The phone line was busy, because I was browsing the web, downloading the driver DirectX 9.0c for a game i just installed which took me two hours (The problem with pirated cds, although they are cheap, is that they don't usually work out well). It would take four hours for me to finish downloading the driver in my computer. You might ask, that long(?). I'm using a dial-up connection, that's why. Well, Art told me that it's better if i apply for a DSL connection. A fee of P999.00 per month is "sulit"/fair enough, that's what he said. It's enticing. I'd love to have a fast internet connection, but I don't always use the Internet. Maybe, I'd be having a DSL connection instead of cable tv as a gift for my birthday, which i asked for last three years, if i took up my first choice, Computer Science, and not Manufacturing Engineering and Management. Then I won't be having trouble in downloading now. Oh,well..
Man, I still have to wait for twenty minutes..i'm almost there. Three hours has past and I'm still waiting for this file download to finish. Don't you "Blast" internet connection disappoint me!
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Felicia and Todd
In a filthy corner of an old chalet lay the kingdom of Hyrull. The kingdom was filled with old boxes, smelly rubber boots, bottles, magazines dated back on the sixties and other rubbish. There is an old tire resting on top pf a box, from afar it looks like an atoll. The water in it was murky and brown. Lots of decayed insects rest on the bottom of the tire. Not a sound could be heard except for the whisper of the wind that formed ripples on the surface of the water.
There were inhabitants of the kingdom, amidst the clutter, billions of microscopic creatures and big ones too! There were crawling, wiggling, and sticky creatures some with two hind legs and tails for mobility and some without any. The kingdom is free; it has no rulers, no dictators. The inhabitants follow only one law, the law of survival of the fittest. Most of the time, they live in harmony. However, they (especially the bigger creatures) all watched out for the big and hungry toadies, the cannibals of this peaceful kingdom.
There was this one special inhabitant who was different. Since she was a larva she liked the toadies. As a little orphan “kiti-kiti” she had been taken in and raised by a family of toadies. She is known as Felicia. The toadies who raised Felicia were outsiders who migrated to Hyrull from a nearby pond called Aquato.
Felicia’s best friend was a toady named Todd. Todd was definitely bigger than Felicia but has short hind legs and is tailless, and this restricts him to hopping or walking, rather than leaping like what the frogies do, the bigger relatives of the toadies.
One gloomy afternoon, the water of Acquato seemed darker than usual. Felicia decided to drop by at his friend Todd. A gang of toadies were starving and decided to have an eating frenzy before hibernating for the winter and congregating at their sanctuary. They spotted a winged insect and cornered the hapless creature for their dining pleasure. Just then, Todd hopped by and the gang yelled out to him, “Hey, buddy! Wanna join us for dinner?” It was a treat, so he accepted the invitation, but to his horror, he saw that the meal-to-be was his friend, Felicia!
He quickly called the gang of toadies, “Hey guys! Can I have the first bite?” Todd began to act as if he hasn’t eaten for a week. Initially, the others grumbled, but seeing how hungry he looked, they agreed. Todd moved closer to Felicia who was too terrified to look at the predator. He whispered to her, “It’s me, Todd. Don’t worry. I’ll get you out of here.”
In the blink of an eye, Todd extended his tongue and swallowed the fly in one big gulp and hoped away from the gang of toadies as fast as he can. Upon reaching the top of Hyrull, Todd spat out Felicia who almost got stuck from the sticky tongue of Todd, “Man, your breathe stinks like sh*t!” Felicia was gasping.
“Well thank you, and that’s what I get for saving your life?” said Todd.
“Just kidding. Thank you so much friend!”
“I’ll always be here for you when you need help coz you’re worth it, but next time take care of yourself. And stay away from toadies except from me, of course!”
The two watched the sky as the warm and bright sun began to come out. “Thanks again friend,” said Felicia. “Hey, I’ll race you down Hyrull. Last one to finish is a rotten maggot!”
There were inhabitants of the kingdom, amidst the clutter, billions of microscopic creatures and big ones too! There were crawling, wiggling, and sticky creatures some with two hind legs and tails for mobility and some without any. The kingdom is free; it has no rulers, no dictators. The inhabitants follow only one law, the law of survival of the fittest. Most of the time, they live in harmony. However, they (especially the bigger creatures) all watched out for the big and hungry toadies, the cannibals of this peaceful kingdom.
There was this one special inhabitant who was different. Since she was a larva she liked the toadies. As a little orphan “kiti-kiti” she had been taken in and raised by a family of toadies. She is known as Felicia. The toadies who raised Felicia were outsiders who migrated to Hyrull from a nearby pond called Aquato.
Felicia’s best friend was a toady named Todd. Todd was definitely bigger than Felicia but has short hind legs and is tailless, and this restricts him to hopping or walking, rather than leaping like what the frogies do, the bigger relatives of the toadies.
One gloomy afternoon, the water of Acquato seemed darker than usual. Felicia decided to drop by at his friend Todd. A gang of toadies were starving and decided to have an eating frenzy before hibernating for the winter and congregating at their sanctuary. They spotted a winged insect and cornered the hapless creature for their dining pleasure. Just then, Todd hopped by and the gang yelled out to him, “Hey, buddy! Wanna join us for dinner?” It was a treat, so he accepted the invitation, but to his horror, he saw that the meal-to-be was his friend, Felicia!
He quickly called the gang of toadies, “Hey guys! Can I have the first bite?” Todd began to act as if he hasn’t eaten for a week. Initially, the others grumbled, but seeing how hungry he looked, they agreed. Todd moved closer to Felicia who was too terrified to look at the predator. He whispered to her, “It’s me, Todd. Don’t worry. I’ll get you out of here.”
In the blink of an eye, Todd extended his tongue and swallowed the fly in one big gulp and hoped away from the gang of toadies as fast as he can. Upon reaching the top of Hyrull, Todd spat out Felicia who almost got stuck from the sticky tongue of Todd, “Man, your breathe stinks like sh*t!” Felicia was gasping.
“Well thank you, and that’s what I get for saving your life?” said Todd.
“Just kidding. Thank you so much friend!”
“I’ll always be here for you when you need help coz you’re worth it, but next time take care of yourself. And stay away from toadies except from me, of course!”
The two watched the sky as the warm and bright sun began to come out. “Thanks again friend,” said Felicia. “Hey, I’ll race you down Hyrull. Last one to finish is a rotten maggot!”
A Tribute to Vader
The Saga Continues
He has a peculiar looking mask. He has a low voice. He is very dangerous.
He is half-man, half-machine and does not have a face to show for a mother to love.
But his charisma is so strong that audiences get mesmerized. In some instances the heroic Luke shrinks in His presence. Star Wars has brought a huge impact to the pop culture. All over the world, Darth Vader merchandising items alone are a sure “sold out”, decades ago. Heck! I’ll do anything to get at least a photo with Darth Vader or a replica of Darth Vader – in the metallic black costume that looks as hot as hell.
It’s easy to say that his power is fascinating which also gives me a reason to like the Dark Side. The truth is, Darth Vader may be the ultimate anti-hero: a son, then prodigal son, and finally a redeemed soul.
He is every man in that sense, but never to a woman. Darth Vader, of all the larger-than-life persona of Star Wars, is the one who closely approximates a human’s dream existence. He was a gifted child, even though disadvantaged by poverty as many are. He is a skilled Jedi warrior, my dream role; and he on a young, beautiful and intelligent queen.
George Lucas worked in a story around Anakin. I’ve been curious to know the man behind that metal mask.
One begins to trace his roots, for the young Anakin before he gets Jedi training, continues to do as the Council is uncertain of his acceptance, and as he stands up and does not fall after one dire event after another occurs in whom the Force is strong.
The death of his mother from the Sand people is a tragedy. One therefore forgives him his slaughter of the Sand people, but becomes lost as he tracked the path to the Dark Side and trades his allegiance to the Jedi for the life of his pregnant wife.
As Obi Wan discovers this, his heart was shattered into pieces. “Anakin is too heroic to be given up, yet is too sinful to be redeemed easily.”
(Fast forward) Then, his own son, Luke Skywalker now a Jedi warrior comes to his rescue from the evil clutches of the Dark Side – uncertain at first, then determined later on (?).
This saga has been a father-and-son conflict and eventual reconciliation with some political issues and romantic affairs in it. When the evil Emperor tried to kill Luke, Darth Vader fought against him and brought him to his death. Unfortunately, his rescue to Luke gave him fatal injuries in the process. We see ourselves in Darth Vader and are pleased that he returns to the Jedi as a Force ghost with Obi Wan and Yoda in the final episode.
Yes, we fear the Dark and Darth; and we can win if we can face him with bravery, faith and a little amusement.
It's Just a Video Game
Violence = Entertainment.
Violent games have been taking a lot of heat recently, especially in the States and in Europe, where they have been linked to the increase in youth violence. As it was shown in Michael Moore’s “Bowling for Columbine,” the school “shootings” at Littleton, Massachusetts, involved high school shooters who were habitual players of violent video games. Fortunately, I haven’t heard any news similar to this happening in our country.
Not so long ago, the only violence we could see was on platform games that has become pop icons such as Mario Brothers, The Legend of Zelda, and Pac man. I can remember my first console it was a weird looking black box with a long cord attached to a controller with a joystick and a single button. I have a video game where a plumber jumps over rolling barrels, climbs up ladders at each floor of a building and rescue a princess from a brute, King Kong. Now, technology has developed and video game developers have brought entertainment to a new level. The whole experience in video games today is so amazing that everything a well as the violence involved is depicted in such graphic detail. And when I meant violence, I don’t mean Mario jumping up and down on a turtle or Pac man devouring a ghost.
Aside from the gruesome gore, there appears to be violence directed on issues such as rape, women beatings, police brutality, racism and corruption. These games are guilty of promoting such subjectivity, and to mention that in these games, the player is rewarded for his behavior- more aggressive, more points.
I am not entirely against these games, 'coz I play some of them once in awhile. It is only disturbing to know that people, mostly the youth, are crazily hooked and influenced by it. We can’t directly blame them, for the human behavior is complex. Could it be society?
In the past, Rock music had also this treatment. It was also sighted as the cause of the increase in psychological arousal and aggression-related thoughts and feelings. I guess it is not that a big issue now. Video games or music marked with “For Mature Audience Only,” can still be accessed by kids pretty easily. I’ve seen grade school boys who play Counter-Strike but don’t even know how to operate the MS Word. It is up to the parents to give more boundaries, to monitor their children’s actions – in video games, music or other stuff.
Sometimes it makes me wonder, is it really violence that the market demands? Game developers should have widened their target of buyers to include the rest of society who want non-violent games, the good-clean-fun games.
Now, will you please excuse me while I finish the battle with the Dark Side? I’m going to take the Empire down!!!
Entrada Uno
Big Blog Theory
The way I see it, “blog” have become the latest craze of today’s modern society. And aside from that, other leaps of information technology includes - IMs, YMs, e-mail and chatrooms – where young and old rev up their dusty PCs for a round of no holds barred chat-a-thon, which usually lasts about three hours or even more! It makes me wonder why do people get so hooked up on these things?
But this blog, it is a term I have only recently come across- perhaps I have been ignoring it just the same as I did when the Friendster had its burgeoning popularity. For those who don’t know, it refers to personal and on-line “diaries” that people with access to the Web can maintain to keep in touch with their friends or to keep friends side by side of their lives, also as to broadcast one’s presence in the universe. And these are the reasons why people (most of them) are fascinated with blogs? It should be, after all humans are social beings. And this technology has given us an advantage in communication and information. It's amazing where they get the time to do these things. Rambling then pouring themeselves out ; narrating the minute after minute, the second by second event in their lives or so it seems, and eventually unfolding a mystery. It's nice to talk, open up and share experiences, that's why I'm here too, also it's because of a friend who insisted me to make an account.
What do we write on our blog? And are there any limitations? I have a grade school Little Bedan adviser, to thank for the familiar advice that has served me well all these years in both my personal life and in my life as a student. It goes something like this (music please maestro), “Never write down what you don’t want to read in the broadsheet (music fades out).”
What she’s trying to say is we should observe discretion when putting anything down in writing, as it is a letter to a love one, or a slyly spiteful remark about your classmate or teacher to be passed around the class, bearing the obvious mark of your penmanship.
I think this sort of rule should also be followed when using e-mail, chat, web sites and blog. And are they not supposed to be read only by the person to whom we sent them? Not necessarily. Anything written can be read by anyone, and often, the more secretive and sensitive the contents, the greater are the chances that they might be read by the wrong people (believe me). Love letters and diary entries (the written ones) can be read by your own parents or the parents and friends of the person whom you sent. Notes, written just for fun and as a joke can be read by strangers and may result in hurt feelings, or even worst law suits. If the personal written letters can be exposed to the public, think about it, what if it happens to our e-mail, web site, and blog? What should we do? I think we should take care and take steps to protect ourselves. Also, not all our thoughts, experiences and fantasies are deserving of venting.
If you think you would be embarrassed by something, then don’t put it in writing. It is better to have a face-to-face, man-to-man conversation or better, preserve it in the deep abyss of your mind, or your memory.
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