I really love to sing especially if i am inspired. We have our own different types of song. In my case, i love ballad song because i prefer song with story and those with a very interesting lyrics.
One of my favorite song is “Coward Of the County” by Kenny Rogers, one of the most popular balladeer of all times. His songs have lived longer than his life. He was also considered one of those who are legendary!
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Coward of the County - Kenny Rogers
Everyone considered him the coward of the county
He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong
His mama named him Tommy, but folks just called him yellow
Something always told me they were reading Tommy wrong.
He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison
I looked after Tommy, 'cause he was my brother's son
I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy
"Son my life is over, but yours has just begun".
CHORUS:
"Promise me son not to do the things I've done
Walk away from trouble if you can
It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek
I hope you're old enough to understand
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man".
There's someone for everyone, and Tommy's love was Becky
In her arms he didn't have to prove he was a man
One day while he was working, the Gatlin boys came calling
They took turns at Becky (there was three of them).
Tommy opened up the door, and saw his Becky crying
The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand
He reached above the fireplace, and took down his daddy's picture
As his tears fell on his daddy's face, he heard these words again.
CHORUS
"Promise me son not to do the things I've done
Walk away from trouble if you can
It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek
I hope you're old enough to understand
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man".
The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom
One of them got up and met him half way cross the floor
When Tommy turned around they said "Hey look old yellow's leaving"
But you could've heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and locked the door.
Twenty years of crawling were bottled up inside him
He would hold nothing back -- he let 'em have it all
When Tommy left the barroom, not a Gatlin boy was standing
He said, "This one's for Becky," as he watched the last one fall
(and I heard him say)
"I promised you Dad, not to do the things you've done
I walk away from trouble when I can
Now please don't think I'm weak I didn't turn the other cheek
And Papa I should hope you understand
Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man".
Everyone considered him the coward of the county.
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I like this song a lot because of its story, a man who was all his life humiliated and considered to be a coward rose up against his oppressors!
This song would tell us that no matter hoe patient a man is, everyone just have their specific level of tolerance and time will come his patience would ran out!
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
How Was The RETREAT??!!(very enjoyable)
As we reached the place at Saint John's Monastery, we noticed that the place was very quite, very peaceful as if like a single word would echo on the entire place. The venue really is like a resort with those cottage and nipa huts. I guess, a pool is the only missing element on that place.
Immediately we were told to settle and find for a room where we would choose to sleep. Is a very small room, probably half the classroom, we the “barkada” of boys decided fold ourselves just fit our things and our bodies as well as we position to lay down. We were like sardines inside a small can whenever we all lay down, but nevertheless, we'd love to do it for fun.
We need to gather back to the conference hall for some talks with Madam Maglasang. After the talk, there was a confession for all the Catholic people. Since i am not a Catholic, i need to help in the cooking and kitchen works otherwise, we are not eating anything for the dinner. There was an underestimation on the amount of food for the dinner so i decided to let my other classmates eat ahead of me for the food was indeed lacking. So we end up cooking for the reenforcement food for us, the cookers together with madam Maglasang and her husband.
After dinner, we took a bath and went back to the conference hall for the giving of “Apology Candles”. Again, there were cryings and sorries all over the place. It was so nice to hear reconciliations from people who have been enemies for a long time.
We finished crying and talking at almost twelve in the midnight but we, the boys, are not yet on the mood of sleeping so we decided to do the craziest thing we could do like competing as to who would sound his strongest fart. In fact, we have been scolded many times because of our noisiness but we still don't bother to stop. In fact, we went very crazy that we were having photos of our naked bodies and butt cheeks. If was lots of fun.
We have never done such stupid things in our life, that was the first time!!!
Immediately we were told to settle and find for a room where we would choose to sleep. Is a very small room, probably half the classroom, we the “barkada” of boys decided fold ourselves just fit our things and our bodies as well as we position to lay down. We were like sardines inside a small can whenever we all lay down, but nevertheless, we'd love to do it for fun.
We need to gather back to the conference hall for some talks with Madam Maglasang. After the talk, there was a confession for all the Catholic people. Since i am not a Catholic, i need to help in the cooking and kitchen works otherwise, we are not eating anything for the dinner. There was an underestimation on the amount of food for the dinner so i decided to let my other classmates eat ahead of me for the food was indeed lacking. So we end up cooking for the reenforcement food for us, the cookers together with madam Maglasang and her husband.
After dinner, we took a bath and went back to the conference hall for the giving of “Apology Candles”. Again, there were cryings and sorries all over the place. It was so nice to hear reconciliations from people who have been enemies for a long time.
We finished crying and talking at almost twelve in the midnight but we, the boys, are not yet on the mood of sleeping so we decided to do the craziest thing we could do like competing as to who would sound his strongest fart. In fact, we have been scolded many times because of our noisiness but we still don't bother to stop. In fact, we went very crazy that we were having photos of our naked bodies and butt cheeks. If was lots of fun.
We have never done such stupid things in our life, that was the first time!!!
PoSiTiVe StOkiNg( Plus DELTA!!!!)
Last March 24, Saturday, we are to come here in school on or before 8:00 am in the morning. But since i have got lots of things to do at home, i cannot go to school on the said time instead, i can only go at probably 10 am. So obviously, i arrived late. I was not aware of what they impose on people who comes late. I was shocked when i was told that late comers should dance in front of the class. With our(jp ang I) daring personality, and the fact that we are only doing it for fun, we danced “Chickboy” in front of the class and the crowd are all laughing, teasing the two of us.
But he most enjoyable, although many of us, including I cried, was the activity called “PLUS DELTA”. It is were half of the class is told to sit down with eyes closed while the other half is to revolve around the circle of the first half, while giving hem positive informations and qualities that person sitting has that is very much appreciated. This is done over a period of time then after which, they need to move to the next person.
In that activity, i found out that even the simplest of what i am doing is greatly appreciated by our batch. There, i realized how much i am loved and ho important i was to them which i have not felt before. The sense of belongingness made me cry. I just cant believe that they care for me as much as i care for them.
After the activity, i felt a lot more lighter feeling within me and it seemed that all the burdens are all gone within me!
That was extremely fabulous!!! How i wish we could have an activity like that again!
But he most enjoyable, although many of us, including I cried, was the activity called “PLUS DELTA”. It is were half of the class is told to sit down with eyes closed while the other half is to revolve around the circle of the first half, while giving hem positive informations and qualities that person sitting has that is very much appreciated. This is done over a period of time then after which, they need to move to the next person.
In that activity, i found out that even the simplest of what i am doing is greatly appreciated by our batch. There, i realized how much i am loved and ho important i was to them which i have not felt before. The sense of belongingness made me cry. I just cant believe that they care for me as much as i care for them.
After the activity, i felt a lot more lighter feeling within me and it seemed that all the burdens are all gone within me!
That was extremely fabulous!!! How i wish we could have an activity like that again!
UPCAT(Congratulations to me!!!!!)
It was a Monday of after the celebration of Sinulog, there were no classes at all because it was announced to e a holiday. Mixed feelings of excitement and fear were what i was feeling that time when i heard rumors from my classmates that the UPCAT results was already out in the Internet. I was hesitant to search for it in the Internet because i am afraid that i might not see my name in there.
I was with Jhon Albert that day because it was his sister's wedding day when his cell phone rang. It was a text message from a batch mate of ours informing him that he passed the UPCAT. I was very happy for him at the same time worried about he result of my test. Of all heck of days, that was one of the most seldom days where Albert did not avail for the unlimited texting of Globe. In fact, he only has two peso worth of load remaining in his account. He used the first peso to thank that batch mate who informed him. After which, he allowed me to use the last peso in asking my classmates if ever i passed or not. To my expectations that Eldee knew all the results, i asked him if i passed but he just told me that he was not able to look at it in the Internet yet. Forgetting that it was already the last load, i asked another classmates through text. I was shocked and foolish to hear the warning tone of the phone indicating “CHECK OPERATOR SERVICES” and realized that my message for Eldee was my last load so i just settle my mind and said that as soon as i will reach home , i would immediately rush to a Internet cafe to look for my name in the list of passers! So i wrote under the heading “search”, Artsron Sumabong. When i pressed enter, there i saw my name, alone with no other names related to mine!!!!
Oh come on, I passed the UPCAT!!!!!!!!!
I was with Jhon Albert that day because it was his sister's wedding day when his cell phone rang. It was a text message from a batch mate of ours informing him that he passed the UPCAT. I was very happy for him at the same time worried about he result of my test. Of all heck of days, that was one of the most seldom days where Albert did not avail for the unlimited texting of Globe. In fact, he only has two peso worth of load remaining in his account. He used the first peso to thank that batch mate who informed him. After which, he allowed me to use the last peso in asking my classmates if ever i passed or not. To my expectations that Eldee knew all the results, i asked him if i passed but he just told me that he was not able to look at it in the Internet yet. Forgetting that it was already the last load, i asked another classmates through text. I was shocked and foolish to hear the warning tone of the phone indicating “CHECK OPERATOR SERVICES” and realized that my message for Eldee was my last load so i just settle my mind and said that as soon as i will reach home , i would immediately rush to a Internet cafe to look for my name in the list of passers! So i wrote under the heading “search”, Artsron Sumabong. When i pressed enter, there i saw my name, alone with no other names related to mine!!!!
Oh come on, I passed the UPCAT!!!!!!!!!
TWO-Time "BEST DIRECTOR"!(What an Honor!)
When i first time won a Best in Directing Award, it really boost my confidence because i did not expect to win in our Ensemble Acting(ABAKADA) last August of 2006, during our Communication's Week(Linggo ng Wika). Honestly, i fear a failure because for me, it is very painful since I was the one who voluntarily nominated my self as the Director of that Ensemble Acting. The blame for a defeat would automatically be credited under my supervisions since normally, the success and failure of a play is usually be under the directors credit.
I was amazed with the other section's concepts and idea. I also got intimidated knowing that it would be Euvic, the legacy holder for Leadership(while i am neither a good member of a group myself), would be my opponent in the directors position. He is known for his brilliant ideas and his superior capacity to lead a crowd while i am no one at all(just a stubborn boy).
But I was really overwhelmed upon hearing the judges decisions in favor of our class production. It is very amazing to know that i as a director won the Best Direction Award. We also won the Best Production(the most Major award) together with some other awards like Best Actor and Best Props.
With my victory, i now gained a much greater confidence on handling my classmates. On our next activity which is the Drama Fest( the most prestigious of all annual celebrations), I again volunteered to be once again the director of the play. I was hoping for a win again although i was not expecting.
Beyond my expectations was that their story was indeed better than ours in terms of story substances, consistency, professionalisms and composition( not just my opinion but also the judges'). So to cope up with this deficiency, i need to work hard on the characterizations of my casts as well as the actions they are to act on stage. Because of their advantage on the quality story, it is much easier for their actors and actresses to emote. But i did tell my casts not to be intimidated with their unfavored condition, instead, to work out harder on their roles and extract the best of their abilities.
To my surprise as i was looking at the play as is progresses, i was impressed with my creation. I saw how my efforts(was there?) paid off. But it was no enough to forget about my fear of loosing.
After the two plays were already presented, the moment of truth had come. The judges is about to say who won as the Best Director. Few seconds before the announcement, i heard the audiences murmur my name and some eve shout “bulag”(the title of our play which i direct). That brought more hopes for me. But before i was able to take a gulp, heard my name being announced...I won!!! so i immediately stood up and walk towards the stage( stopping my feet from running due to my intense excitement). I was as proud as a man when i received the certificate.
Imagine, things really happen even those with the least possibilities. So expect the UNEXPECTED!!!
I was amazed with the other section's concepts and idea. I also got intimidated knowing that it would be Euvic, the legacy holder for Leadership(while i am neither a good member of a group myself), would be my opponent in the directors position. He is known for his brilliant ideas and his superior capacity to lead a crowd while i am no one at all(just a stubborn boy).
But I was really overwhelmed upon hearing the judges decisions in favor of our class production. It is very amazing to know that i as a director won the Best Direction Award. We also won the Best Production(the most Major award) together with some other awards like Best Actor and Best Props.
With my victory, i now gained a much greater confidence on handling my classmates. On our next activity which is the Drama Fest( the most prestigious of all annual celebrations), I again volunteered to be once again the director of the play. I was hoping for a win again although i was not expecting.
Beyond my expectations was that their story was indeed better than ours in terms of story substances, consistency, professionalisms and composition( not just my opinion but also the judges'). So to cope up with this deficiency, i need to work hard on the characterizations of my casts as well as the actions they are to act on stage. Because of their advantage on the quality story, it is much easier for their actors and actresses to emote. But i did tell my casts not to be intimidated with their unfavored condition, instead, to work out harder on their roles and extract the best of their abilities.
To my surprise as i was looking at the play as is progresses, i was impressed with my creation. I saw how my efforts(was there?) paid off. But it was no enough to forget about my fear of loosing.
After the two plays were already presented, the moment of truth had come. The judges is about to say who won as the Best Director. Few seconds before the announcement, i heard the audiences murmur my name and some eve shout “bulag”(the title of our play which i direct). That brought more hopes for me. But before i was able to take a gulp, heard my name being announced...I won!!! so i immediately stood up and walk towards the stage( stopping my feet from running due to my intense excitement). I was as proud as a man when i received the certificate.
Imagine, things really happen even those with the least possibilities. So expect the UNEXPECTED!!!
GRADUATION: so Happy Yet So SAD!!!!!
We as student crave to graduate in High School because as they say, it is in High School that obstacles, challenges and temptation are of their greatest number. That is why being able to surpass the High School life is said to be like succeeding half three forth of your life being a student.
But along the way towards the graduation journey, we met friends who became a huge part of our lives. They who completed our life as a student and as an adolescent as well. Without them, maybe we are not as “human” as we are now. They, without them noticing, molded us into a more strong individual who are now capable of surviving and fighting against all odds and trials that may come in our lives.
As much happiness we feel as we approach graduation period, we also feel equivalent sadness as we are to realize that our friends, who are not just instruments for our success but also part if it, are going to be separated away from us. It is so sad that we are about to live our own and separate live after we have been together for only four yet very memorable years. The memories we have shared together were more than half our lives that is why we really feel for our separation.
But if our teachers are to say, they also feel sad as much as we do upon our departure from the school, but the life, according o them, does not end in High School. We, the student need to finish and comply with the few remaining things in college. And according to them, we don't have to worry because we are not to forget our friends, it is just that physically, we just have to depart from them but the golden memories will never vanish in our minds and in our hearts.
As we are through with our high school life, we are to face the last stage or station of being a student, the college life. So before we totally come to an end with the few more days remaining in high school, it is more than righteous to savor and maximize each second of stay here in high school. Let us live our lives to the fullest as much as we can. There will be no more high school life to live no more. We are more than blessed to live a very healthy and memorable High School Life.
But along the way towards the graduation journey, we met friends who became a huge part of our lives. They who completed our life as a student and as an adolescent as well. Without them, maybe we are not as “human” as we are now. They, without them noticing, molded us into a more strong individual who are now capable of surviving and fighting against all odds and trials that may come in our lives.
As much happiness we feel as we approach graduation period, we also feel equivalent sadness as we are to realize that our friends, who are not just instruments for our success but also part if it, are going to be separated away from us. It is so sad that we are about to live our own and separate live after we have been together for only four yet very memorable years. The memories we have shared together were more than half our lives that is why we really feel for our separation.
But if our teachers are to say, they also feel sad as much as we do upon our departure from the school, but the life, according o them, does not end in High School. We, the student need to finish and comply with the few remaining things in college. And according to them, we don't have to worry because we are not to forget our friends, it is just that physically, we just have to depart from them but the golden memories will never vanish in our minds and in our hearts.
As we are through with our high school life, we are to face the last stage or station of being a student, the college life. So before we totally come to an end with the few more days remaining in high school, it is more than righteous to savor and maximize each second of stay here in high school. Let us live our lives to the fullest as much as we can. There will be no more high school life to live no more. We are more than blessed to live a very healthy and memorable High School Life.
The BLOG ThiNGy!!!! It is TOUGH!!!!
Making and maintaining a blog as a project is something new to our batch. We never had it before in our English class not even in our Computer class that is why we really find it difficult to adjust since we are not used to it, plus the fact that most of us including me are not fund of witting diaries and journals. Blog is just like a diary or a journal.
I know that the objective of our teacher as he made this into a requirement is clear and beneficial for us, his students for we are given the chance to improve our writing skills through writing blog entries. What made it too hard to comply is that the number of required entries per week is five which implies that at least every weeknights, we are to write a single blog entry. We find it quite impossible that time because we also have other activities to do throughout the period of blog entries. We are to prepare for our JS Prom, for the Drama Fest, for the Periodical Exams, for the Retreat and for some other activities and must-be-done requirements. To be exact, during the time when blog was introduced to us as a requirement, we had never ran out of activities yet. So that is why we find it very heavy to maintain our blog with the prescribed number of entries. Plus the fact that it must be a 500-word entry, it really added to the burden. But making a 500-word entry would not be a burden anymore if the number of entries will be reduced.
Despite the hardships, i still try my best to comply with the requirements even if this is just my 15th entry out of the 26 entries to be submitted before 12:00 midnight today(March 28, 2007), yet it is already 8:25 pm while i am still writing this entry.
Another burden that i have encountered is the financial allocations for the sustainment of this project. Usually, i write one blog entry per hour of logging in since i am not that fast and as proficient typer as my other classmates who can just finish one in just 30 seconds. We don't have a computer at home. So that only means that “AT LEAST” i need to allocate 26 hours to write the “already reduced” number of required entries. And that would cost at least P 390(is it right?). And where the heck would i find hat huge amount of money? I may save for it but because of the lack of time, our savings for blog would be directed to other sudden payments instead. That is why it is really very unfair or if not, very unfavorable for us, students who don't have computers at home, to work on such heavy assignment.
I understand Mr Montejo's intentions, it is just that the resources his “heterogeneous” students have. Maybe the beast thing to do is NOT to put and end on his project, because it has numerous advantageous effects on the students, but instead to reduce the required number of entries( example, for seniors, instead of 5, three perhaps would be more likely favorable and would be a lot more easier to comply.).
I know that the objective of our teacher as he made this into a requirement is clear and beneficial for us, his students for we are given the chance to improve our writing skills through writing blog entries. What made it too hard to comply is that the number of required entries per week is five which implies that at least every weeknights, we are to write a single blog entry. We find it quite impossible that time because we also have other activities to do throughout the period of blog entries. We are to prepare for our JS Prom, for the Drama Fest, for the Periodical Exams, for the Retreat and for some other activities and must-be-done requirements. To be exact, during the time when blog was introduced to us as a requirement, we had never ran out of activities yet. So that is why we find it very heavy to maintain our blog with the prescribed number of entries. Plus the fact that it must be a 500-word entry, it really added to the burden. But making a 500-word entry would not be a burden anymore if the number of entries will be reduced.
Despite the hardships, i still try my best to comply with the requirements even if this is just my 15th entry out of the 26 entries to be submitted before 12:00 midnight today(March 28, 2007), yet it is already 8:25 pm while i am still writing this entry.
Another burden that i have encountered is the financial allocations for the sustainment of this project. Usually, i write one blog entry per hour of logging in since i am not that fast and as proficient typer as my other classmates who can just finish one in just 30 seconds. We don't have a computer at home. So that only means that “AT LEAST” i need to allocate 26 hours to write the “already reduced” number of required entries. And that would cost at least P 390(is it right?). And where the heck would i find hat huge amount of money? I may save for it but because of the lack of time, our savings for blog would be directed to other sudden payments instead. That is why it is really very unfair or if not, very unfavorable for us, students who don't have computers at home, to work on such heavy assignment.
I understand Mr Montejo's intentions, it is just that the resources his “heterogeneous” students have. Maybe the beast thing to do is NOT to put and end on his project, because it has numerous advantageous effects on the students, but instead to reduce the required number of entries( example, for seniors, instead of 5, three perhaps would be more likely favorable and would be a lot more easier to comply.).
Am I Really The BEST Midfielder?!!!!
We were having this Football Challenge in our school. Our teacher Mr Salera told me to gather my team in seniors and separate it into two groups, teams A and B. Team A will be consist of the “all-star” lineups. While on the other hand, team B will be composed of those remaining players.
I was assigned to be the Team Captain of team A(all-star!?). In the, i really don't have a specific position in the team, I just go where the ball rolls and wherever it will take me. At first, I was not already confident about the lineup we have in our team considering the fact that we are not that trained and used to playing soccer(although we fortunately won against he juniors in the championship during the Intramural Games). It is somehow a shame if we loose from other younger year level.
But our nightmare really happened. We lost in our first game against the sophomores. It was not just a lost by a single point instead with two huge points scored by the Sophomore's team captain, Luigi Manzano. We realized that we were looking forward too much on our game against the juniors without baring in minds that we still need to win against our opponents that time, the sophomore.
We thought that our loosing games would only be up to that match but we were erroneous! A nightmare happened once again. Although we won against the freshmen, i could still not consider it successful since it was only by way of an accidental penalty kick during the penalty shoot-out. We lost against the Juniors with a 4 – 2 run in favor of the Juniors. So we need to meet again wit the freshmen for the third place. Luckily we won. So we ended up in the third place.
On Monday, March 19, 2007, the awarding ceremony was held during the Flag ceremony. It was really amazing that I did really appreciate the efforts exerted by our P.E teacher in preparing the balls(for special prizes), the medals, the cash prize, and the trophy. There you can really see how dedicated he was in her programs and implementations.
Our Team B, at least, regained the honor of the seniors after our defeat in Team A. Of course, there were also special prizes to be given. One of those is The Most Disciplined Team which was won by the Freshmen since they were very diligent o come on time during games. Best Striker Award and the Best Player of The League was given to Rhonpete Belgida(He really deserves it). He received a ball, a medal and the jersey for the Best Player of The League. Clyde Labadia earned the Best Defender award. Byron Douglas Enriquez got the Award of Sportsmanship. Josef Amil was hailed to be the Best Goalkeeper.
Those awards were, for me, expected. But there was “one” award which until now is very questionable for me. I still cannot believe that I was chosen to be the the BEST MIDFIELDER(???) of the LEAGUE. Not out of humility, but i guess, a lot of other players deserve it mare than i do(i don't know). But nevertheless, thank you for the medal and the Soccer ball Mr Salera gave to me. It was indeed very self confidence-boosting!!!
I was assigned to be the Team Captain of team A(all-star!?). In the, i really don't have a specific position in the team, I just go where the ball rolls and wherever it will take me. At first, I was not already confident about the lineup we have in our team considering the fact that we are not that trained and used to playing soccer(although we fortunately won against he juniors in the championship during the Intramural Games). It is somehow a shame if we loose from other younger year level.
But our nightmare really happened. We lost in our first game against the sophomores. It was not just a lost by a single point instead with two huge points scored by the Sophomore's team captain, Luigi Manzano. We realized that we were looking forward too much on our game against the juniors without baring in minds that we still need to win against our opponents that time, the sophomore.
We thought that our loosing games would only be up to that match but we were erroneous! A nightmare happened once again. Although we won against the freshmen, i could still not consider it successful since it was only by way of an accidental penalty kick during the penalty shoot-out. We lost against the Juniors with a 4 – 2 run in favor of the Juniors. So we need to meet again wit the freshmen for the third place. Luckily we won. So we ended up in the third place.
On Monday, March 19, 2007, the awarding ceremony was held during the Flag ceremony. It was really amazing that I did really appreciate the efforts exerted by our P.E teacher in preparing the balls(for special prizes), the medals, the cash prize, and the trophy. There you can really see how dedicated he was in her programs and implementations.
Our Team B, at least, regained the honor of the seniors after our defeat in Team A. Of course, there were also special prizes to be given. One of those is The Most Disciplined Team which was won by the Freshmen since they were very diligent o come on time during games. Best Striker Award and the Best Player of The League was given to Rhonpete Belgida(He really deserves it). He received a ball, a medal and the jersey for the Best Player of The League. Clyde Labadia earned the Best Defender award. Byron Douglas Enriquez got the Award of Sportsmanship. Josef Amil was hailed to be the Best Goalkeeper.
Those awards were, for me, expected. But there was “one” award which until now is very questionable for me. I still cannot believe that I was chosen to be the the BEST MIDFIELDER(???) of the LEAGUE. Not out of humility, but i guess, a lot of other players deserve it mare than i do(i don't know). But nevertheless, thank you for the medal and the Soccer ball Mr Salera gave to me. It was indeed very self confidence-boosting!!!
MaH FaVoRiTe StOrY!!!!!!
We as as students encounter a lot of stories as we go on with our studies. Among the number of stories we have read and met, there are really those whom we considered to be our favorite, those who caught or taste and interest the first time we have read it.
One of my favorite is “The Last Lea” written by O. Henry, a world renowned short story writer, famous for his “ironic” ending(endings that are precisely unexpected).
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The Last Leaf
by O. HENRY
In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account!
So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-century gables and Dutch attics and low rents. Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a "colony."
At the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio. "Johnsy" was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine; the other from California. They had met at the table d'hôte of an Eighth Street "Delmonico's," and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted.
That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers. Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown "places."
Mr. Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman. A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer. But Johnsy he smote; and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house.
One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a shaggy, gray eyebrow.
"She has one chance in - let us say, ten," he said, as he shook down the mercury in his clinical thermometer. " And that chance is for her to want to live. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?"
"She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day." said Sue.
"Paint? - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance?"
"A man?" said Sue, with a jew's-harp twang in her voice. "Is a man worth - but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind."
"Well, it is the weakness, then," said the doctor. "I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines. If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in cloak sleeves I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her, instead of one in ten."
After the doctor had gone Sue went into the workroom and cried a Japanese napkin to a pulp. Then she swaggered into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime.
Johnsy lay, scarcely making a ripple under the bedclothes, with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep.
She arranged her board and began a pen-and-ink drawing to illustrate a magazine story. Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.
As Sue was sketching a pair of elegant horseshow riding trousers and a monocle of the figure of the hero, an Idaho cowboy, she heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside.
Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting - counting backward.
"Twelve," she said, and little later "eleven"; and then "ten," and "nine"; and then "eight" and "seven", almost together.
Sue look solicitously out of the window. What was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away. An old, old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken its leaves from the vine until its skeleton branches clung, almost bare, to the crumbling bricks.
"What is it, dear?" asked Sue.
"Six," said Johnsy, in almost a whisper. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now."
"Five what, dear? Tell your Sudie."
"Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?"
"Oh, I never heard of such nonsense," complained Sue, with magnificent scorn. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl. Don't be a goosey. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were - let's see exactly what he said - he said the chances were ten to one! Why, that's almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street cars or walk past a new building. Try to take some broth now, and let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man with it, and buy port wine for her sick child, and pork chops for her greedy self."
"You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another. No, I don't want any broth. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too."
"Johnsy, dear," said Sue, bending over her, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by to-morrow. I need the light, or I would draw the shade down."
"Couldn't you draw in the other room?" asked Johnsy, coldly.
"I'd rather be here by you," said Sue. "Beside, I don't want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves."
"Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes, and lying white and still as fallen statue, "because I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."
"Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner. I'll not be gone a minute. Don't try to move 'til I come back."
Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was past sixty and had a Michael Angelo's Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along with the body of an imp. Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe. He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it. For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a daub in the line of commerce or advertising. He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a professional. He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece. For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting to protect the two young artists in the studio above.
Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his dimly lighted den below. In one corner was a blank canvas on an easel that had been waiting there for twenty-five years to receive the first line of the masterpiece. She told him of Johnsy's fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away, when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker.
Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imaginings.
"Vass!" he cried. "Is dere people in de world mit der foolishness to die because leafs dey drop off from a confounded vine? I haf not heard of such a thing. No, I will not bose as a model for your fool hermit-dunderhead. Vy do you allow dot silly pusiness to come in der brain of her? Ach, dot poor leetle Miss Yohnsy."
"She is very ill and weak," said Sue, "and the fever has left her mind morbid and full of strange fancies. Very well, Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you needn't. But I think you are a horrid old - old flibbertigibbet."
"You are just like a woman!" yelled Behrman. "Who said I will not bose? Go on. I come mit you. For half an hour I haf peen trying to say dot I am ready to bose. Gott! dis is not any blace in which one so goot as Miss Yohnsy shall lie sick. Some day I vill baint a masterpiece, and ve shall all go away. Gott! yes."
Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to the window-sill, and motioned Behrman into the other room. In there they peered out the window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.
When Sue awoke from an hour's sleep the next morning she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade.
"Pull it up; I want to see," she ordered, in a whisper.
Wearily Sue obeyed.
But, lo! after the beating rain and fierce gusts of wind that had endured through the livelong night, there yet stood out against the brick wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, with its serrated edges tinted with the yellow of dissolution and decay, it hung bravely from the branch some twenty feet above the ground.
"It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall to-day, and I shall die at the same time."
"Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down to the pillow, "think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"
But Johnsy did not answer. The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey. The fancy seemed to possess her more strongly as one by one the ties that bound her to friendship and to earth were loosed.
The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone ivy leaf clinging to its stem against the wall. And then, with the coming of the night the north wind was again loosed, while the rain still beat against the windows and pattered down from the low Dutch eaves.
When it was light enough Johnsy, the merciless, commanded that the shade be raised.
The ivy leaf was still there.
Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was stirring her chicken broth over the gas stove.
"I've been a bad girl, Sudie," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I was. It is a sin to want to die. You may bring a me a little broth now, and some milk with a little port in it, and - no; bring me a hand-mirror first, and then pack some pillows about me, and I will sit up and watch you cook."
And hour later she said:
"Sudie, some day I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."
The doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue had an excuse to go into the hallway as he left.
"Even chances," said the doctor, taking Sue's thin, shaking hand in his. "With good nursing you'll win." And now I must see another case I have downstairs. Behrman, his name is - some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital to-day to be made more comfortable."
The next day the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now - that's all."
And that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, contentedly knitting a very blue and very useless woollen shoulder scarf, and put one arm around her, pillows and all.
"I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it, and - look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."
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I chose it as my favorite story because of its very realistic and interesting and its very peculiar ending. I did not expect that one among those character, Mr Behrman, who seemed to be very insignificant at all, had a very huge role in the transition of he story.
One of my favorite is “The Last Lea” written by O. Henry, a world renowned short story writer, famous for his “ironic” ending(endings that are precisely unexpected).
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The Last Leaf
by O. HENRY
In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account!
So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-century gables and Dutch attics and low rents. Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a "colony."
At the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio. "Johnsy" was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine; the other from California. They had met at the table d'hôte of an Eighth Street "Delmonico's," and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted.
That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers. Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown "places."
Mr. Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman. A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer. But Johnsy he smote; and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house.
One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a shaggy, gray eyebrow.
"She has one chance in - let us say, ten," he said, as he shook down the mercury in his clinical thermometer. " And that chance is for her to want to live. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?"
"She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day." said Sue.
"Paint? - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance?"
"A man?" said Sue, with a jew's-harp twang in her voice. "Is a man worth - but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind."
"Well, it is the weakness, then," said the doctor. "I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines. If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in cloak sleeves I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her, instead of one in ten."
After the doctor had gone Sue went into the workroom and cried a Japanese napkin to a pulp. Then she swaggered into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime.
Johnsy lay, scarcely making a ripple under the bedclothes, with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep.
She arranged her board and began a pen-and-ink drawing to illustrate a magazine story. Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.
As Sue was sketching a pair of elegant horseshow riding trousers and a monocle of the figure of the hero, an Idaho cowboy, she heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside.
Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting - counting backward.
"Twelve," she said, and little later "eleven"; and then "ten," and "nine"; and then "eight" and "seven", almost together.
Sue look solicitously out of the window. What was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away. An old, old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken its leaves from the vine until its skeleton branches clung, almost bare, to the crumbling bricks.
"What is it, dear?" asked Sue.
"Six," said Johnsy, in almost a whisper. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now."
"Five what, dear? Tell your Sudie."
"Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?"
"Oh, I never heard of such nonsense," complained Sue, with magnificent scorn. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl. Don't be a goosey. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were - let's see exactly what he said - he said the chances were ten to one! Why, that's almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street cars or walk past a new building. Try to take some broth now, and let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man with it, and buy port wine for her sick child, and pork chops for her greedy self."
"You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another. No, I don't want any broth. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too."
"Johnsy, dear," said Sue, bending over her, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by to-morrow. I need the light, or I would draw the shade down."
"Couldn't you draw in the other room?" asked Johnsy, coldly.
"I'd rather be here by you," said Sue. "Beside, I don't want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves."
"Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes, and lying white and still as fallen statue, "because I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."
"Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner. I'll not be gone a minute. Don't try to move 'til I come back."
Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was past sixty and had a Michael Angelo's Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along with the body of an imp. Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe. He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it. For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a daub in the line of commerce or advertising. He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a professional. He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece. For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting to protect the two young artists in the studio above.
Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his dimly lighted den below. In one corner was a blank canvas on an easel that had been waiting there for twenty-five years to receive the first line of the masterpiece. She told him of Johnsy's fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away, when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker.
Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imaginings.
"Vass!" he cried. "Is dere people in de world mit der foolishness to die because leafs dey drop off from a confounded vine? I haf not heard of such a thing. No, I will not bose as a model for your fool hermit-dunderhead. Vy do you allow dot silly pusiness to come in der brain of her? Ach, dot poor leetle Miss Yohnsy."
"She is very ill and weak," said Sue, "and the fever has left her mind morbid and full of strange fancies. Very well, Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you needn't. But I think you are a horrid old - old flibbertigibbet."
"You are just like a woman!" yelled Behrman. "Who said I will not bose? Go on. I come mit you. For half an hour I haf peen trying to say dot I am ready to bose. Gott! dis is not any blace in which one so goot as Miss Yohnsy shall lie sick. Some day I vill baint a masterpiece, and ve shall all go away. Gott! yes."
Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to the window-sill, and motioned Behrman into the other room. In there they peered out the window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.
When Sue awoke from an hour's sleep the next morning she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade.
"Pull it up; I want to see," she ordered, in a whisper.
Wearily Sue obeyed.
But, lo! after the beating rain and fierce gusts of wind that had endured through the livelong night, there yet stood out against the brick wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, with its serrated edges tinted with the yellow of dissolution and decay, it hung bravely from the branch some twenty feet above the ground.
"It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall to-day, and I shall die at the same time."
"Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down to the pillow, "think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"
But Johnsy did not answer. The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey. The fancy seemed to possess her more strongly as one by one the ties that bound her to friendship and to earth were loosed.
The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone ivy leaf clinging to its stem against the wall. And then, with the coming of the night the north wind was again loosed, while the rain still beat against the windows and pattered down from the low Dutch eaves.
When it was light enough Johnsy, the merciless, commanded that the shade be raised.
The ivy leaf was still there.
Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was stirring her chicken broth over the gas stove.
"I've been a bad girl, Sudie," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I was. It is a sin to want to die. You may bring a me a little broth now, and some milk with a little port in it, and - no; bring me a hand-mirror first, and then pack some pillows about me, and I will sit up and watch you cook."
And hour later she said:
"Sudie, some day I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."
The doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue had an excuse to go into the hallway as he left.
"Even chances," said the doctor, taking Sue's thin, shaking hand in his. "With good nursing you'll win." And now I must see another case I have downstairs. Behrman, his name is - some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital to-day to be made more comfortable."
The next day the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now - that's all."
And that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, contentedly knitting a very blue and very useless woollen shoulder scarf, and put one arm around her, pillows and all.
"I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it, and - look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."
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I chose it as my favorite story because of its very realistic and interesting and its very peculiar ending. I did not expect that one among those character, Mr Behrman, who seemed to be very insignificant at all, had a very huge role in the transition of he story.
Love: An Act of the Will, Not of the Heart
Love: An Act of the Will, Not of the Heart
It has been a very common argument as to which is responsible for the feeling of “love”. Some people claim that it is the heart that makes us fall in love with someone. They say that our heart is the indicator if we are in love or not. We could only say that we are falling in live if our heart beats extraordinarily fast.
Now this has been a strong argument for those people who does not believe that it is our heart that indicates we are in love. They strongly insist that it is the man's brain who is in control of all our feeling including the feeling of love. It is our brain that orders the heart to beat(even if a man is not in love).
But this explanation has also been counter rebut by the prior. They say that once the head is cut in an instance, the heart continues to beat for quite a long time, this is a strong proof according to them the heart will still function even without the brain.
So therefore, which is right and which is wrong? Is love really an act of the will(by virtue of the brain) or by heart?
In my own and independent opinion, since i have already felt love before( who in my age does not?), i found it to be the will of the HEART. If we are to look at it psychologically, our brain, as a rational individual, really seeks for pleasure and refrains from pain. If we are in love, we have an equal tendency of being hurt than being happy with the partner we chose. So if it is he “brain” who facilitate the feeling, then it would not gamble to be hurt since it seeks pleasure over pain. When we decide to fall in love, there is no assurance of success that is why, it is very impossible to assume the heart as the one responsible for people falling in love! And besides, when we gamble to love someone, we are said to be dedicated, and dedication is more of the heart than the brain.
That is perhaps the reason why he sentence “I love you with all my HEART.” is coined rather than “I love you with all my BRAIN!”(it sucks!!). And normally, rational as we are, it is more believable and relevant to hear from someone that he/she is broken hearted than he/she is broken or mashed brain!!!(very funny!).
We also hear that “there is no right or wrong in loving”. So this only means that it surely is not our brain who controls the feeling of love otherwise, there would already right in loving since our brain really seeks for truth and for what is right!
everybody is entitled to his or her opinion, we just have to defend our stand or side on an issue or argument.
It has been a very common argument as to which is responsible for the feeling of “love”. Some people claim that it is the heart that makes us fall in love with someone. They say that our heart is the indicator if we are in love or not. We could only say that we are falling in live if our heart beats extraordinarily fast.
Now this has been a strong argument for those people who does not believe that it is our heart that indicates we are in love. They strongly insist that it is the man's brain who is in control of all our feeling including the feeling of love. It is our brain that orders the heart to beat(even if a man is not in love).
But this explanation has also been counter rebut by the prior. They say that once the head is cut in an instance, the heart continues to beat for quite a long time, this is a strong proof according to them the heart will still function even without the brain.
So therefore, which is right and which is wrong? Is love really an act of the will(by virtue of the brain) or by heart?
In my own and independent opinion, since i have already felt love before( who in my age does not?), i found it to be the will of the HEART. If we are to look at it psychologically, our brain, as a rational individual, really seeks for pleasure and refrains from pain. If we are in love, we have an equal tendency of being hurt than being happy with the partner we chose. So if it is he “brain” who facilitate the feeling, then it would not gamble to be hurt since it seeks pleasure over pain. When we decide to fall in love, there is no assurance of success that is why, it is very impossible to assume the heart as the one responsible for people falling in love! And besides, when we gamble to love someone, we are said to be dedicated, and dedication is more of the heart than the brain.
That is perhaps the reason why he sentence “I love you with all my HEART.” is coined rather than “I love you with all my BRAIN!”(it sucks!!). And normally, rational as we are, it is more believable and relevant to hear from someone that he/she is broken hearted than he/she is broken or mashed brain!!!(very funny!).
We also hear that “there is no right or wrong in loving”. So this only means that it surely is not our brain who controls the feeling of love otherwise, there would already right in loving since our brain really seeks for truth and for what is right!
everybody is entitled to his or her opinion, we just have to defend our stand or side on an issue or argument.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
PLEASE Remember ME this Way!!!!!!!!!
How I Want to Be Remembered After I Leave High School
I am just a very simple kind of a high school student. I don't have much things to brag for, not even the looks(that's where i am weakest). But even though i am not that blessed physically, i am still bountiful in term of friends. I have got lots of them. Not just ordinary friends but the real one. I am really very happy that i met them all. They are such a gift for me from heaven. They gave my high school days much of its meanings. They showed me how important i was as an individual. They proved me that the most important thing in friendship is the sense of being real and the love. What keeps your friend to you is not your money but the care you showed to them and the sense of belongingness you are letting them feel. I am very thankful for that.
It is just so sad that everything had to end. How we wish not to separate with our friends, but as much as we want not to, we just need to go and to go on with our lives in college. We all want to pursue and reach our dreams.
But of course, we will never forget the memories we have shared together. Not just the happy thoughts, but also the darkest and the saddest of them. The times when we are down and those moments that we want to cry, we will never forget how our friends came to comfort us, or if not, to lend us their handkerchiefs(even if mucus is all over it, we never care!).
Above you numerous friends, we have those special people whom we can never forget. Those people who left the thickest imprints in our minds. It is indeed very flattering to hear from our friends that they will never forget us because of some good deeds he have done. We feel also proud of our selves if people would remember us with tall those heroic and kind things we have done in the past despite those errors and sins we have committed. Despite the offenses we have made, it is our positive side that brought a greater impact on us.
I would also be remembered by my friends(who the heck doesn't?). I don't need to be remembered as the best, that would be an exaggeration of what i am really because i know i am not. I just want to be reminisced as i am. The “artsron” who have a great sense of humor. The “artsron” who was very naughty and most of th times, noisy. “He” who is very kind to his friends and who is very willing to help them(because i really am). That small guy who is very competitive in class especially in math. That guy who rocked! He who is very sporty and extremely athletic and who is very talented. The “Director”, the “Actor”, the “Singer”,(though he does not sound like one) and the “Musician”. And simply “HE” whom I cant forget!!!
It might be considered to be very self centered if that is the case but that is how i want to be remembered. It is not being boastful or what so ever. It is being proud of what i did and what i have contributed to the batch. Let us not be pathetic, we all have each of our way on how we want to be remembered. It is just that sometimes, we are afraid to share the because we might blow others with our “WIND” of self-appreciation.
I am just a very simple kind of a high school student. I don't have much things to brag for, not even the looks(that's where i am weakest). But even though i am not that blessed physically, i am still bountiful in term of friends. I have got lots of them. Not just ordinary friends but the real one. I am really very happy that i met them all. They are such a gift for me from heaven. They gave my high school days much of its meanings. They showed me how important i was as an individual. They proved me that the most important thing in friendship is the sense of being real and the love. What keeps your friend to you is not your money but the care you showed to them and the sense of belongingness you are letting them feel. I am very thankful for that.
It is just so sad that everything had to end. How we wish not to separate with our friends, but as much as we want not to, we just need to go and to go on with our lives in college. We all want to pursue and reach our dreams.
But of course, we will never forget the memories we have shared together. Not just the happy thoughts, but also the darkest and the saddest of them. The times when we are down and those moments that we want to cry, we will never forget how our friends came to comfort us, or if not, to lend us their handkerchiefs(even if mucus is all over it, we never care!).
Above you numerous friends, we have those special people whom we can never forget. Those people who left the thickest imprints in our minds. It is indeed very flattering to hear from our friends that they will never forget us because of some good deeds he have done. We feel also proud of our selves if people would remember us with tall those heroic and kind things we have done in the past despite those errors and sins we have committed. Despite the offenses we have made, it is our positive side that brought a greater impact on us.
I would also be remembered by my friends(who the heck doesn't?). I don't need to be remembered as the best, that would be an exaggeration of what i am really because i know i am not. I just want to be reminisced as i am. The “artsron” who have a great sense of humor. The “artsron” who was very naughty and most of th times, noisy. “He” who is very kind to his friends and who is very willing to help them(because i really am). That small guy who is very competitive in class especially in math. That guy who rocked! He who is very sporty and extremely athletic and who is very talented. The “Director”, the “Actor”, the “Singer”,(though he does not sound like one) and the “Musician”. And simply “HE” whom I cant forget!!!
It might be considered to be very self centered if that is the case but that is how i want to be remembered. It is not being boastful or what so ever. It is being proud of what i did and what i have contributed to the batch. Let us not be pathetic, we all have each of our way on how we want to be remembered. It is just that sometimes, we are afraid to share the because we might blow others with our “WIND” of self-appreciation.
The MoST boring KYSD of my UPlife!!!!!
Being taught by a STUDENT like me?!!(KYSD)
Well, honestly, it is not a big deal for me at all. Ever since i was still in first year, i already experienced it. And besides, is is not just during KYSD that i experienced that. During normal days, we are doing that. Every time we have some concepts in our class that we, as an individual student cannot fathom anymore, we discuss it as a group. One of our classmate, the more knowledgeable one would approach the board and discuss to us the blurred concept. Usually, we have this kind of discussion if we have hard time realizing the concepts introduced in our Physics and Calculus class(two of the hardest subjects). That is why, being taught by a student on the duration of the KYSD celebration is something very usual for me.
Another reason why i find it ordinary is that, ever since, when i was still in my first years here in UP, i was a teacher in our class, it is only during this year that i did not apply for any position. Maybe because i find it uninteresting anymore, or should i say, very tiresome. That is why i never attempted to apply being a teacher anymore, not even attempt to hold even the application form, even though lots of my classmates encouraged me to do so. They said that they really want me to teach either of the two subjects because, as they told me, i am a very efficient teacher(“daw”) and i could explain very well(“daw”). Their words were indeed very flattering but it was my laziness which convinced me more. So i decided not to apply anymore.
One funny reaction thrown in front of me was blame. They kept on complaining that they were not able to understand some teachers handling our class. They told me that i could have replaced the assign teacher and with that, they said that could have understood the lessons better(oh, that caused me liver-spread). They did not notice that the teacher they were referring to heard us as they have backbitten him/her. So to cover up their insensitivity, i explain that he/she explained the subject vividly that even a Grade one student can understand(a great compliment, isn't it?), which was true. And then i added that it was them who were not listening that is why they were not able to understand the lesson. To avoid the conversation from continuing, I immediately walked away after my compliments.
As a whole, i found the KYSD celebration this year the most boring celebration compared to the KYSD of the previous years. Maybe because we were not that participative on that activity now that we are already seniors, it is not that interesting anymore.!!
Well, honestly, it is not a big deal for me at all. Ever since i was still in first year, i already experienced it. And besides, is is not just during KYSD that i experienced that. During normal days, we are doing that. Every time we have some concepts in our class that we, as an individual student cannot fathom anymore, we discuss it as a group. One of our classmate, the more knowledgeable one would approach the board and discuss to us the blurred concept. Usually, we have this kind of discussion if we have hard time realizing the concepts introduced in our Physics and Calculus class(two of the hardest subjects). That is why, being taught by a student on the duration of the KYSD celebration is something very usual for me.
Another reason why i find it ordinary is that, ever since, when i was still in my first years here in UP, i was a teacher in our class, it is only during this year that i did not apply for any position. Maybe because i find it uninteresting anymore, or should i say, very tiresome. That is why i never attempted to apply being a teacher anymore, not even attempt to hold even the application form, even though lots of my classmates encouraged me to do so. They said that they really want me to teach either of the two subjects because, as they told me, i am a very efficient teacher(“daw”) and i could explain very well(“daw”). Their words were indeed very flattering but it was my laziness which convinced me more. So i decided not to apply anymore.
One funny reaction thrown in front of me was blame. They kept on complaining that they were not able to understand some teachers handling our class. They told me that i could have replaced the assign teacher and with that, they said that could have understood the lessons better(oh, that caused me liver-spread). They did not notice that the teacher they were referring to heard us as they have backbitten him/her. So to cover up their insensitivity, i explain that he/she explained the subject vividly that even a Grade one student can understand(a great compliment, isn't it?), which was true. And then i added that it was them who were not listening that is why they were not able to understand the lesson. To avoid the conversation from continuing, I immediately walked away after my compliments.
As a whole, i found the KYSD celebration this year the most boring celebration compared to the KYSD of the previous years. Maybe because we were not that participative on that activity now that we are already seniors, it is not that interesting anymore.!!
The "LOOK"!!!!!!(a poem for me)
The Look
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
For me, there are two similar interpretation on this short poem. One is the by taking “kiss” and 'look” with their literal meanings, the other is by giving “kiss” and “look” a much deeper meaning.
One, if you are to read the poem you would notice that there are definitely four persons involved. One is the speaker or the narrator of the poem, the other one is Strephon, the third is Robin and the last one is Colin. This poem implies that the girl, the narrator have already met many guys. Strephon and Robin represents them. This guys have given her as much as a kiss to signify their love for her. And she thought it was the greatest feeling she could ever feel when she is in love.
Now here comes this very tender yet bizarre man who gently crushed into her life with his very mild way of expressing his feelings and that is through his his looks which left more than the fossils of the bones of the largest dinosaur that ever walked on earth. Those looks, as she called it “the kiss of his eyes”, bothered her in the most pleasing and wanting manner. She could not help but think of those “looks” over and over again, from the moment she wakes up until the time she closes her eyes as she sleeps.
Another interpretation is that, if you are to put some implications on the girl narrating the poem had lots of experience on guys courting her. She thought that the most complex, intimate and extravagant manner of courting was the best way expressing a guy's feelings towards her. She had this thought that one who do this to her has the greatest and the most sincere feelings of all.
Now here comes this very ordinary man who came into the scene with his very simple way of expressing his feelings towards her. But his simple way tickled the girl's attention and her interest as well. With her peculiar, although simple manner of connecting, she got the girl.
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
For me, there are two similar interpretation on this short poem. One is the by taking “kiss” and 'look” with their literal meanings, the other is by giving “kiss” and “look” a much deeper meaning.
One, if you are to read the poem you would notice that there are definitely four persons involved. One is the speaker or the narrator of the poem, the other one is Strephon, the third is Robin and the last one is Colin. This poem implies that the girl, the narrator have already met many guys. Strephon and Robin represents them. This guys have given her as much as a kiss to signify their love for her. And she thought it was the greatest feeling she could ever feel when she is in love.
Now here comes this very tender yet bizarre man who gently crushed into her life with his very mild way of expressing his feelings and that is through his his looks which left more than the fossils of the bones of the largest dinosaur that ever walked on earth. Those looks, as she called it “the kiss of his eyes”, bothered her in the most pleasing and wanting manner. She could not help but think of those “looks” over and over again, from the moment she wakes up until the time she closes her eyes as she sleeps.
Another interpretation is that, if you are to put some implications on the girl narrating the poem had lots of experience on guys courting her. She thought that the most complex, intimate and extravagant manner of courting was the best way expressing a guy's feelings towards her. She had this thought that one who do this to her has the greatest and the most sincere feelings of all.
Now here comes this very ordinary man who came into the scene with his very simple way of expressing his feelings towards her. But his simple way tickled the girl's attention and her interest as well. With her peculiar, although simple manner of connecting, she got the girl.
The Reseach Thingy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE EFFECTIVENESS OF WATER FROM TENDER AND MATURE COCONUT
ON THE GROWTH OF EGGPLANTS (Solanum melongena)
The Philippines is one of the many coconut-producing countries in the world. The coconut has many uses, its meat has also been a staple food and the other parts are used for household materials here in our country. A part of the coconut which is oftentimes wasted is the coconut water. This study aimed to find out the effectiveness of water from tender and mature coconut on the growth of eggplants, (Solanum melongena).
The pretest-posttest control group design was used in the study. The independent variable is the water from tender and mature coconut and the dependent variable is the height of the eggplants. The eggplant were randomly assigned to four different set-ups with three eggplants each and watered with different types of coconut water. There were three experimental groups, A, B and C, exposed to water from tender and mature coconut and the mixture of both. The heights of the eggplants were measured every five days.
The findings showed the mean gains in height of the eggplants after the treatment. The study found out that there is no significant difference between the mean heights of the eggplants after seven weeks of experimentation. Based on the results, it can be concluded that the coconut water has comparable effects with ordinary water on the growth of eggplants. The researchers recommended that a replicate of the research be made but it will be on the growth of plants other than eggplant. An experimental study on the effectiveness of alternate fertilizers (coming from other household waste) on the growth of plants, a replicate of the research but with a longer experimentation period such as six months or more and an experimental study on the effectiveness of water from tender and mature coconut on the weights and sizes of the eggplant fruits.
ON THE GROWTH OF EGGPLANTS (Solanum melongena)
The Philippines is one of the many coconut-producing countries in the world. The coconut has many uses, its meat has also been a staple food and the other parts are used for household materials here in our country. A part of the coconut which is oftentimes wasted is the coconut water. This study aimed to find out the effectiveness of water from tender and mature coconut on the growth of eggplants, (Solanum melongena).
The pretest-posttest control group design was used in the study. The independent variable is the water from tender and mature coconut and the dependent variable is the height of the eggplants. The eggplant were randomly assigned to four different set-ups with three eggplants each and watered with different types of coconut water. There were three experimental groups, A, B and C, exposed to water from tender and mature coconut and the mixture of both. The heights of the eggplants were measured every five days.
The findings showed the mean gains in height of the eggplants after the treatment. The study found out that there is no significant difference between the mean heights of the eggplants after seven weeks of experimentation. Based on the results, it can be concluded that the coconut water has comparable effects with ordinary water on the growth of eggplants. The researchers recommended that a replicate of the research be made but it will be on the growth of plants other than eggplant. An experimental study on the effectiveness of alternate fertilizers (coming from other household waste) on the growth of plants, a replicate of the research but with a longer experimentation period such as six months or more and an experimental study on the effectiveness of water from tender and mature coconut on the weights and sizes of the eggplant fruits.
ThE PrObLeM WiTh MeN!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Problem with Man
Men are known to be tough. As the quote says, “men don't cry”. But is it true all the time and to all men? Well i don't think so!
I am also a man, and i know in where and what angle and instance we are weaker than women. And these constitutes the problem with men that only man can solve themselves!
Men have a very high PRIDE
Because of being very proud, we have these tendency not to admit our own sins and offenses against people around us. Although we do not accept it in front of the public, but deep within our self, we do. We find it tough to lower our pride down, tougher than men as we are, and sometimes, we find it hard to apologize verbally. We would rather compensate or cope up with our sins though our actions. That is why we are often times concluded to be braggarts, but believe me, we surely are not. It is just that we are not used to be sorry through words. The worst is sometimes, apologizing to someone give us goosebumps(right boys?!!)
Men are, in nature, LAZY
We the boys are indeed very lazy(we admit). We are not used on concentrating on what we are all doing. If by chance we do work, our attention span is just very little that is why often times we cannot finish what we are doing. Most of the time we start working but our obligations end up to “later”. What i mean is we usually cannot finish our works because of focus and attention is easily transferred to a less boring and more enjoyable thing like basketball to be exact. That is why if ever we see one of our friends and classmates very hardworking(above the usual types of boys), we tend to associate him to be a gay or to be a girlish perhaps.
Men does NOT know how to PRIORITIZE things
Are you already tired of forgiving your boyfriend because of his being very careless? Well you just got to extend your patience over him because boys are indeed “pabaya”.
We really have this natural tendency not prioritize the most important things. I mean we tend to forget those very essential things and things to do. Because of this, we cannot do what ever we are suppose to do(if not reminded). That is why if deadlines come, we became very irritable due to the pressure over us on that moment. It is silly to think of boys to be very responsible(if not gays) especially on these age of ours.
I am not saying you should tolerate this behavior because it must be corrected. What i am saying is that loosen up your temper and try to understand you boyfriend if he is very forgetful if you want your relationship to last long.
Men(boys) are mostly addicted to COMPUTER GAMES
Young as we are, we extremely love to play computer games together with our friends. It is not unusual if we can see the girlfriend of our friend complaining with her boy about his vice. It is very normal.
And the truth is, we really don't want if someone orders us to stop or quit playing because it really sucks.
We find it pleasing if our girlfriend would rather just call us by just showing themselves on the internet cafe, just walk away after then, then wait for us to realize our fault and we shall stand from our chairs and stop playing then.
Now, now that you known our problems within, can you say it is our fault if we sometimes forget our important dates like monthsary? Hehehehehehehehe.... We just need to wait and let time heal those illness of ours!!!!!
Men are known to be tough. As the quote says, “men don't cry”. But is it true all the time and to all men? Well i don't think so!
I am also a man, and i know in where and what angle and instance we are weaker than women. And these constitutes the problem with men that only man can solve themselves!
Men have a very high PRIDE
Because of being very proud, we have these tendency not to admit our own sins and offenses against people around us. Although we do not accept it in front of the public, but deep within our self, we do. We find it tough to lower our pride down, tougher than men as we are, and sometimes, we find it hard to apologize verbally. We would rather compensate or cope up with our sins though our actions. That is why we are often times concluded to be braggarts, but believe me, we surely are not. It is just that we are not used to be sorry through words. The worst is sometimes, apologizing to someone give us goosebumps(right boys?!!)
Men are, in nature, LAZY
We the boys are indeed very lazy(we admit). We are not used on concentrating on what we are all doing. If by chance we do work, our attention span is just very little that is why often times we cannot finish what we are doing. Most of the time we start working but our obligations end up to “later”. What i mean is we usually cannot finish our works because of focus and attention is easily transferred to a less boring and more enjoyable thing like basketball to be exact. That is why if ever we see one of our friends and classmates very hardworking(above the usual types of boys), we tend to associate him to be a gay or to be a girlish perhaps.
Men does NOT know how to PRIORITIZE things
Are you already tired of forgiving your boyfriend because of his being very careless? Well you just got to extend your patience over him because boys are indeed “pabaya”.
We really have this natural tendency not prioritize the most important things. I mean we tend to forget those very essential things and things to do. Because of this, we cannot do what ever we are suppose to do(if not reminded). That is why if deadlines come, we became very irritable due to the pressure over us on that moment. It is silly to think of boys to be very responsible(if not gays) especially on these age of ours.
I am not saying you should tolerate this behavior because it must be corrected. What i am saying is that loosen up your temper and try to understand you boyfriend if he is very forgetful if you want your relationship to last long.
Men(boys) are mostly addicted to COMPUTER GAMES
Young as we are, we extremely love to play computer games together with our friends. It is not unusual if we can see the girlfriend of our friend complaining with her boy about his vice. It is very normal.
And the truth is, we really don't want if someone orders us to stop or quit playing because it really sucks.
We find it pleasing if our girlfriend would rather just call us by just showing themselves on the internet cafe, just walk away after then, then wait for us to realize our fault and we shall stand from our chairs and stop playing then.
Now, now that you known our problems within, can you say it is our fault if we sometimes forget our important dates like monthsary? Hehehehehehehehe.... We just need to wait and let time heal those illness of ours!!!!!
Sunday, February 4, 2007
What happened to my Mom??!!!
Have you seen the first fight between Paqcuiao and Morales?!!!...
I as well saw it.....
It was bloody isn't it?!!!!!!!!!
But would you believe me if I tell you that I saw my Mom as bloody as that?!!!
Really, I am not kidding!!!!!
Here is the story, continuation of “My Tragic Experience”, that triggered my anger for my Dad..
After I left Jhon Albert's house, i immediately went home to take a bath and at the same time prepare for the class. I saw blood stains in the floor. If you are to look at it, you would conclude that the blood was not just drops but it was really flows of blood from a big wound. I already knew it was from my Mom.
To restrain my self from worrying because i have a test to take up, I did not bother to think deeper about what happened that night. After I took a bath and I dressed up, i immediately went to our school to take the Periodical Exams.
After the test, I asked my friends to go out and go to Ayala to hang out. So we went there. Unfortunately, our favorite area, the Lagoon, was closed because there was a party going on that time so we decided to go home immediately. As much as I wanted to stop my friends from going home yet, I was not successful. They already want to go home. Inside me was the tension brought by a problematic situation at home. I know my Mom was not there anymore. She walked away after being buttered by my dad. Of course, I was afraid that when I go home, my fathers anger might be transferred to me. But I've got no no other choice but to go home that time.
When I reached home, the house was very silent, as if there were no one in there. But I knew my dad was home because his car was there. I immediately went to our house instead of going to our store because I have this very strong feeling that my dad was in there.
Inside our house was my sister. I saw her crying but she immediately wiped her tears and pretended as if she's alright. I asked her where Jamra, our youngest sister was. She said my Mom fetched her and brought her clothes with her.
Suddenly, we heard someone knocking at our store's door. Someone was calling for my Dad's name. When I peeked through the window, I saw three policemen. So I immediately went out to assist what them. Before I could ask them, my father suddenly came out of the store and without a word went together with the policemen. There i saw my Mom crying with a mixture of tears and BLOOD from her eyes and from her wounds. My heart began to melt as I saw mt Mom. My tears fell down and then I ran towards my Mom then I gave her a huge hug. I could really see how her face was damaged and ruined. Nothing I cant do but cry.
I helped my Mom bring back her things inside our house. In her bag were picture, her pictures taken from the DSWD office. I saw how her face was covered with BLOOD!!!!!!!!!!The only visible part of her face were her eyes. I dropped the things and began to weep helplessly.
My dad was detained in the prison, at Camp Sotero Cabahug at Gorordo Avenue Cebu City, for four days and was released on the fifth.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, what can you say about my experience???
Huh???!!!!!!!!!
Comment Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your comments will surely help me!!!!.....
I as well saw it.....
It was bloody isn't it?!!!!!!!!!
But would you believe me if I tell you that I saw my Mom as bloody as that?!!!
Really, I am not kidding!!!!!
Here is the story, continuation of “My Tragic Experience”, that triggered my anger for my Dad..
After I left Jhon Albert's house, i immediately went home to take a bath and at the same time prepare for the class. I saw blood stains in the floor. If you are to look at it, you would conclude that the blood was not just drops but it was really flows of blood from a big wound. I already knew it was from my Mom.
To restrain my self from worrying because i have a test to take up, I did not bother to think deeper about what happened that night. After I took a bath and I dressed up, i immediately went to our school to take the Periodical Exams.
After the test, I asked my friends to go out and go to Ayala to hang out. So we went there. Unfortunately, our favorite area, the Lagoon, was closed because there was a party going on that time so we decided to go home immediately. As much as I wanted to stop my friends from going home yet, I was not successful. They already want to go home. Inside me was the tension brought by a problematic situation at home. I know my Mom was not there anymore. She walked away after being buttered by my dad. Of course, I was afraid that when I go home, my fathers anger might be transferred to me. But I've got no no other choice but to go home that time.
When I reached home, the house was very silent, as if there were no one in there. But I knew my dad was home because his car was there. I immediately went to our house instead of going to our store because I have this very strong feeling that my dad was in there.
Inside our house was my sister. I saw her crying but she immediately wiped her tears and pretended as if she's alright. I asked her where Jamra, our youngest sister was. She said my Mom fetched her and brought her clothes with her.
Suddenly, we heard someone knocking at our store's door. Someone was calling for my Dad's name. When I peeked through the window, I saw three policemen. So I immediately went out to assist what them. Before I could ask them, my father suddenly came out of the store and without a word went together with the policemen. There i saw my Mom crying with a mixture of tears and BLOOD from her eyes and from her wounds. My heart began to melt as I saw mt Mom. My tears fell down and then I ran towards my Mom then I gave her a huge hug. I could really see how her face was damaged and ruined. Nothing I cant do but cry.
I helped my Mom bring back her things inside our house. In her bag were picture, her pictures taken from the DSWD office. I saw how her face was covered with BLOOD!!!!!!!!!!The only visible part of her face were her eyes. I dropped the things and began to weep helplessly.
My dad was detained in the prison, at Camp Sotero Cabahug at Gorordo Avenue Cebu City, for four days and was released on the fifth.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, what can you say about my experience???
Huh???!!!!!!!!!
Comment Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your comments will surely help me!!!!.....
My Friend's Anecdote!!!!!!!
Hello
I've got this anecdote that i wrote.
this is about the life of my friend, John Paul catubig...!!
I wrote this because it is a requirement in our Filipino subject.
This selection is in Filipino langguage... I hope you like it!!!!!!!!!
Ang Talambuhay ni John Paul Catubig
Noong ika-7 ng Mayo, pinanganak ang isang malusog at maingay na sanggol na pinanglanang si John Paul Catubig. Bagaman lumaking walang kinagisnang ama, hindi ito naging hadlang upang maging masayahin at disiplinado siya. Wika nga niya, binubuhos na lamang niya ang pagmamahal niya sa kanyang ina.
Nang nasa tamang edad na ay pinag-aral siya ng kanyang ina ng kindergarten sa paaralan ng Lahug. Bata pa lamang siya ay kinakitaan na siya ng kakaibang katalinuhan. Katunayan niyan ay pumasa siya sa pagsusulit ng paaralan para sa lahat ng mga estudyanteng nasa ikalawang antas ng kinder. Ang pagsusulit na yaon ay para pumili ng mga matatalinong estudyanteng papasok sa "Science Class", isang lupon ng mga pinakamatalinong mga mag-aaral. Kaya nang tumontong sa unang antas ng elementarya ay napabilang siya sa seksyong yaon. Doon ay nahasang mabuti ang kanyang katalinuhan pati na rin ang kanyang talento sa pagsasayaw at pagkanta. Nagtapos siyang _________ honor sa Grade-one, ___________honor sa Grade-two, ___________ honor naman sa Grade-three, ________ honor sa Grade-four, sa Grade-five naman ay ________ honor at nagtapos siya ng elementarya na dala-dala ang parangal na __________ honorable mentioned.
Kumuha siya ng pagsusulit para makapasok sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas. Ngunit, sa kasamaang-palad, hindi siya napabilang sa unang-70 mga mag-aaral na nakapasa sa pagsusulit na yaon. Katunayan niyan ay nasa ika-94 siya, sa madaling salita, napabilang siya sa mga reserba o yaong tinatawag na "waiting-list". Lubhang dinamdam iyon ni JP. Nalungkot siya nag husto dahil pangarap talaga niyang makapasok at makapag-aral sa prestihiyosong paaralan na iyon. May halong inggit ang kanyang nadama dahil marami sa kanyang mga kaibigan ang nakapasa sa paaralang iyon.
Bahagyang nakalimutan ni JP ang lungkot na iyon sa pagsapit ng kanyang kaarawan sa ika-7 ng Mayo. Nagsaya siya sa araw na iyon. Subalit may isang di inaasahang regalo siyang natanggap sa araw na iyon, isang regalong kumumpleto sa kanyang kaarawan. Isang tawag ang kanyang natanggap mula sa UP na nagbalita ng kanyang pagkatanggap sa unibersidad. Dahil doon ay naging ams maligaya pa ang pagdiriwang niya ng kanyang kaarawan. Buong pagmamalaki niyang binalita ang pangyayari sa kanyang mga kaibigan.
Naging mas makulay pa ang buhay ni JP sa pagpasok niya sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas upang mag-aral. Bagaman hindi naman talaga nangunguna sa klase ay hindi rin naman nahuhuli. Nakikipagsabayan siya sa mga matatalino niyang mga kaklase.
Napalayawan siyang “iyakin” sapagkat madaling umiyak ang batang si John Paul. Ngunit dahil dito ay mas minahal siya ng mga tao sa paligid niya. Nakilala siya sa kanyang kabibuhan sa pagsayaw at sa kanyang paggiging mapagbiro. Sadyang matalento itong si JP. Kabilang sa mga talento niya ay ang pag-sayaw, pagkanta, pagtugtog ng gitara, pagkahilig sa sports at pag-arte. Minsan na rin siyang nakasungkit ng parangal sa larangan ng pag-arte. Nanalo siyang pinakamahusay na aktor sa ensemble acting na “ABAKADA”, sa Linggo ng Wika noong nasa ikaapat na taon na si JP. Isang pagtatanghal na napanalunan rin ng kanyang seksyong, Tan, bilang pinakamahusay na Direksyon at Produksyon.
Isa pang pangyayari na lalong nagpakulay sa buhay niya ay ang muli niyang pagpasa sa apgsusulit ng Unibersidad ng Pilipinas, ngayon sa antas ng kolehiyo. Isang bagay na lalo pang nagpataas sa kanyang kumpiyansa sa buhay at lalong nagpatingkad sa kanyang kinabukasan.
As you noticed, there are blanks.
I forgot those details about him so i just left them blanks.
heheheheheheh!!!!!!!
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I've got this anecdote that i wrote.
this is about the life of my friend, John Paul catubig...!!
I wrote this because it is a requirement in our Filipino subject.
This selection is in Filipino langguage... I hope you like it!!!!!!!!!
Ang Talambuhay ni John Paul Catubig
Noong ika-7 ng Mayo, pinanganak ang isang malusog at maingay na sanggol na pinanglanang si John Paul Catubig. Bagaman lumaking walang kinagisnang ama, hindi ito naging hadlang upang maging masayahin at disiplinado siya. Wika nga niya, binubuhos na lamang niya ang pagmamahal niya sa kanyang ina.
Nang nasa tamang edad na ay pinag-aral siya ng kanyang ina ng kindergarten sa paaralan ng Lahug. Bata pa lamang siya ay kinakitaan na siya ng kakaibang katalinuhan. Katunayan niyan ay pumasa siya sa pagsusulit ng paaralan para sa lahat ng mga estudyanteng nasa ikalawang antas ng kinder. Ang pagsusulit na yaon ay para pumili ng mga matatalinong estudyanteng papasok sa "Science Class", isang lupon ng mga pinakamatalinong mga mag-aaral. Kaya nang tumontong sa unang antas ng elementarya ay napabilang siya sa seksyong yaon. Doon ay nahasang mabuti ang kanyang katalinuhan pati na rin ang kanyang talento sa pagsasayaw at pagkanta. Nagtapos siyang _________ honor sa Grade-one, ___________honor sa Grade-two, ___________ honor naman sa Grade-three, ________ honor sa Grade-four, sa Grade-five naman ay ________ honor at nagtapos siya ng elementarya na dala-dala ang parangal na __________ honorable mentioned.
Kumuha siya ng pagsusulit para makapasok sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas. Ngunit, sa kasamaang-palad, hindi siya napabilang sa unang-70 mga mag-aaral na nakapasa sa pagsusulit na yaon. Katunayan niyan ay nasa ika-94 siya, sa madaling salita, napabilang siya sa mga reserba o yaong tinatawag na "waiting-list". Lubhang dinamdam iyon ni JP. Nalungkot siya nag husto dahil pangarap talaga niyang makapasok at makapag-aral sa prestihiyosong paaralan na iyon. May halong inggit ang kanyang nadama dahil marami sa kanyang mga kaibigan ang nakapasa sa paaralang iyon.
Bahagyang nakalimutan ni JP ang lungkot na iyon sa pagsapit ng kanyang kaarawan sa ika-7 ng Mayo. Nagsaya siya sa araw na iyon. Subalit may isang di inaasahang regalo siyang natanggap sa araw na iyon, isang regalong kumumpleto sa kanyang kaarawan. Isang tawag ang kanyang natanggap mula sa UP na nagbalita ng kanyang pagkatanggap sa unibersidad. Dahil doon ay naging ams maligaya pa ang pagdiriwang niya ng kanyang kaarawan. Buong pagmamalaki niyang binalita ang pangyayari sa kanyang mga kaibigan.
Naging mas makulay pa ang buhay ni JP sa pagpasok niya sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas upang mag-aral. Bagaman hindi naman talaga nangunguna sa klase ay hindi rin naman nahuhuli. Nakikipagsabayan siya sa mga matatalino niyang mga kaklase.
Napalayawan siyang “iyakin” sapagkat madaling umiyak ang batang si John Paul. Ngunit dahil dito ay mas minahal siya ng mga tao sa paligid niya. Nakilala siya sa kanyang kabibuhan sa pagsayaw at sa kanyang paggiging mapagbiro. Sadyang matalento itong si JP. Kabilang sa mga talento niya ay ang pag-sayaw, pagkanta, pagtugtog ng gitara, pagkahilig sa sports at pag-arte. Minsan na rin siyang nakasungkit ng parangal sa larangan ng pag-arte. Nanalo siyang pinakamahusay na aktor sa ensemble acting na “ABAKADA”, sa Linggo ng Wika noong nasa ikaapat na taon na si JP. Isang pagtatanghal na napanalunan rin ng kanyang seksyong, Tan, bilang pinakamahusay na Direksyon at Produksyon.
Isa pang pangyayari na lalong nagpakulay sa buhay niya ay ang muli niyang pagpasa sa apgsusulit ng Unibersidad ng Pilipinas, ngayon sa antas ng kolehiyo. Isang bagay na lalo pang nagpataas sa kanyang kumpiyansa sa buhay at lalong nagpatingkad sa kanyang kinabukasan.
As you noticed, there are blanks.
I forgot those details about him so i just left them blanks.
heheheheheheh!!!!!!!
Did you like it???
Comments Please!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, January 28, 2007
The Problem With YOu GuRLZZZ!!!!!
I do not think if its right to comment or to say something about girls or what so ever, but I guess I am entitled to my own opinion, ain't I???
No offense dude but I really find some traits of girls very annoying and very DISGUSTING!!!
I just said it, NO OFFENSE!!!!
Girls in nature are really noisy(for me!)... Hehehehehe...
I really find it very impractical for girls to be very conscious about their physical appearance, specifically on their cothes, hair style, accessories and even cologne..
I cant deny the fact that we should be particular and careful about our hygiene, it is a need for us. But in the case of the girls, they over do themselves. Girls look PLEASANT in jeans, T-shirt, simple earings, a simple pair of sandals and a combed hair!!! But a girl in heavy accessories and strong scent of cologne appears very awful(my opinion again!!!).
Not to mention their personality, but they really have a great problem with their personality. Girls appear to be very noisy, strict and hard to please!! It seems like they react easily on some very simple things as if they were between life and death!! In other words, OVER-ACTING (although not applicable all..)
Heheheheheheheheheh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But you know what, there is really this problem of girls that only BOYS do suffer...
We BOYS cant deny it but you're such very attactive!!!(oi, COMPLEMENT!!!!)
Really you are!! But girls that act as if like they were the only pretty girls ever living looks the UGLIEST on us BOYS!!!(Promise!!!) So if I were you, it is the best time to change upon reading it!!!
But what we HATE about you is that you ALL are so “PAKIPOT” (sa maigo lang!!). Really you are weather you admit it or YES!!! in other words, im pretty sure you cant deny it!!!!!
Now I know what KILLS you inside... It is that you keep hiding those FEELINGS for us BOYS inside(not necessarily for me) !!!!
If I were you, I would have to the BOYS that WE( i mean THEY) are just very IRRESISTABLE, aren't we(im mean THEY again)!!!
I just dont know why do you seem very irritable in such pety matters!! Such small and nonsense thing appears to be very BIG and complicated to you!!!
Heheheheheheheheheheh!!!!!!
there is nothing wrong about telling us (boys)that we are indeed handsome and seductive!!!!!!
So if i were you, ill change that bad attitude of denial..
Your defense mechanism is not good!!!!!
No offense dude but I really find some traits of girls very annoying and very DISGUSTING!!!
I just said it, NO OFFENSE!!!!
Girls in nature are really noisy(for me!)... Hehehehehe...
I really find it very impractical for girls to be very conscious about their physical appearance, specifically on their cothes, hair style, accessories and even cologne..
I cant deny the fact that we should be particular and careful about our hygiene, it is a need for us. But in the case of the girls, they over do themselves. Girls look PLEASANT in jeans, T-shirt, simple earings, a simple pair of sandals and a combed hair!!! But a girl in heavy accessories and strong scent of cologne appears very awful(my opinion again!!!).
Not to mention their personality, but they really have a great problem with their personality. Girls appear to be very noisy, strict and hard to please!! It seems like they react easily on some very simple things as if they were between life and death!! In other words, OVER-ACTING (although not applicable all..)
Heheheheheheheheheh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But you know what, there is really this problem of girls that only BOYS do suffer...
We BOYS cant deny it but you're such very attactive!!!(oi, COMPLEMENT!!!!)
Really you are!! But girls that act as if like they were the only pretty girls ever living looks the UGLIEST on us BOYS!!!(Promise!!!) So if I were you, it is the best time to change upon reading it!!!
But what we HATE about you is that you ALL are so “PAKIPOT” (sa maigo lang!!). Really you are weather you admit it or YES!!! in other words, im pretty sure you cant deny it!!!!!
Now I know what KILLS you inside... It is that you keep hiding those FEELINGS for us BOYS inside(not necessarily for me) !!!!
If I were you, I would have to the BOYS that WE( i mean THEY) are just very IRRESISTABLE, aren't we(im mean THEY again)!!!
I just dont know why do you seem very irritable in such pety matters!! Such small and nonsense thing appears to be very BIG and complicated to you!!!
Heheheheheheheheheheh!!!!!!
there is nothing wrong about telling us (boys)that we are indeed handsome and seductive!!!!!!
So if i were you, ill change that bad attitude of denial..
Your defense mechanism is not good!!!!!
HoW To bE A ChickBOY
How to approach a woman? What to say? What to do in order to get noticed? How to pick up a woman?
Do you ever wonder why some guys can talk to any woman? You see a guy that looks like an average Joe talking to the most beautiful woman in the bar. How is he doing it? You know it’s not the looks. So what could it be?
There are few things that you have to know to pick up a woman. First of all you must keep in mind that it is a numbers game. The more women you talk to the more numbers you will get. Don't worry if a woman turns you down. You will probably never see her again. Guys that get most numbers are usually very confident. Women like a man who knows what he wants and is not afraid to show it. Women want to be desired, they want to be noticed.
If you want to you can use a pick up line on your target. You should try to use appropriate line that works in the give situation. Don't worry about it to much just go out there and say it. Pay attention to the response that you receive. Feedback is the key, it allows you to continue the conversation and engage into more personal chat. The woman you are talking to is the focus so keep her interested and listen to what she says. Let her talk, if she is interested she will give you so called indicators of interest (IOI).
Indicator of interest is questions related to you as well as complements that she can give you. For example if she asks for your name that is an IOI. If she says that she likes your watch that is an IOI.
When you received at least 3 IOI's you can strike and go after contact information. You should be able to tell if a woman is interested in you at that point. You can say that you enjoyed talking with her and would like to do it again sometime. Wait for her response, if she sounds sincere and returns your complement then ask her how you could get in touch with her. She can say that she will give you her phone number or she may ask you for yours. Don't sweat it if she wants your number and doesn't give you hers. Remember if she doesn't call it is her loss, and there are still million of fish in the sea.
Do you ever wonder why some guys can talk to any woman? You see a guy that looks like an average Joe talking to the most beautiful woman in the bar. How is he doing it? You know it’s not the looks. So what could it be?
There are few things that you have to know to pick up a woman. First of all you must keep in mind that it is a numbers game. The more women you talk to the more numbers you will get. Don't worry if a woman turns you down. You will probably never see her again. Guys that get most numbers are usually very confident. Women like a man who knows what he wants and is not afraid to show it. Women want to be desired, they want to be noticed.
If you want to you can use a pick up line on your target. You should try to use appropriate line that works in the give situation. Don't worry about it to much just go out there and say it. Pay attention to the response that you receive. Feedback is the key, it allows you to continue the conversation and engage into more personal chat. The woman you are talking to is the focus so keep her interested and listen to what she says. Let her talk, if she is interested she will give you so called indicators of interest (IOI).
Indicator of interest is questions related to you as well as complements that she can give you. For example if she asks for your name that is an IOI. If she says that she likes your watch that is an IOI.
When you received at least 3 IOI's you can strike and go after contact information. You should be able to tell if a woman is interested in you at that point. You can say that you enjoyed talking with her and would like to do it again sometime. Wait for her response, if she sounds sincere and returns your complement then ask her how you could get in touch with her. She can say that she will give you her phone number or she may ask you for yours. Don't sweat it if she wants your number and doesn't give you hers. Remember if she doesn't call it is her loss, and there are still million of fish in the sea.
PeRiOdiCAL TesT!!!!
Last Periodical test was horrible for me. I was not able to study the subjects very well. In fact, i was not even familiar about the sequence of the tests. Shameful to say, but I was just exchanging text messages with some of my classmates and schoolmates. After the talk, i found out that I was not the only one who have not study and prepared for the test. There were many of us. Then they told me the sequence of the test. It was Physics and Elective(Public Speaking) respectively in the first day. On the second day, Filipino and Social Science follows. And on the third day. Finally, Calculus, the hardest among all the subjects, together with English completes the set of exam.
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Physics was very time consuming. In fact, I did not finish the exam in time. I was not able to answer about five questions which I skipped as i went on with the test. But nevertheless, before I passed my test paper, I went for a pin-point answer on the five questions. I was hoping for luck that time. Who knows, maybe i could get a lucky answer or two with any of those unsure questions which i preferred answering.
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Electives which is Public Speaking in my case was not that difficult after all. It was because we already discussed those topics as we went along our class. Another thing is that majority of the test were just taken from the Long Test which our teacher, Madame Hermosa, gave us two weeks before the Periodical Test. Added the fact that reviewers were given, it really contributed to the easiness of the test.
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Filipino was quite easy because most if the items that came out from the test
were just repetition of the items in our Long Test. But all i can say about that exam is that the test was indeed very long.
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Social Science was very time-consuming and stressful. What i hate the most was the essays that were of big credits. Another thing that drained me was the question about the ASEAN leaders and the leaders. Good thing there was an extra credit if you were able to arrange the countries in alphabetical order and i guess i was able to.
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English at first was quite easy. In pact, i was able to answer the “first test” in less than thirty minutes. But, unfortunately, we found out that the test did not end there. There is this test two which Mr. Montejo, our teacher, sent in our examination room. The second test was extremely opposite to the first one. It was very long and difficult.
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Now, Calculus, the last but definitely the hardest really caused my headache. It was not that long if item-count is taken into consideration. But a single item would cause you a long time. In fact, there was just forty five items all in all. But the alloted time for me was lacking.
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At last, the Third Periodical Test was over. I was just hoping i could pass all the exams and if possible get high grades in all the tests.
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Physics was very time consuming. In fact, I did not finish the exam in time. I was not able to answer about five questions which I skipped as i went on with the test. But nevertheless, before I passed my test paper, I went for a pin-point answer on the five questions. I was hoping for luck that time. Who knows, maybe i could get a lucky answer or two with any of those unsure questions which i preferred answering.
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Electives which is Public Speaking in my case was not that difficult after all. It was because we already discussed those topics as we went along our class. Another thing is that majority of the test were just taken from the Long Test which our teacher, Madame Hermosa, gave us two weeks before the Periodical Test. Added the fact that reviewers were given, it really contributed to the easiness of the test.
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Filipino was quite easy because most if the items that came out from the test
were just repetition of the items in our Long Test. But all i can say about that exam is that the test was indeed very long.
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Social Science was very time-consuming and stressful. What i hate the most was the essays that were of big credits. Another thing that drained me was the question about the ASEAN leaders and the leaders. Good thing there was an extra credit if you were able to arrange the countries in alphabetical order and i guess i was able to.
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English at first was quite easy. In pact, i was able to answer the “first test” in less than thirty minutes. But, unfortunately, we found out that the test did not end there. There is this test two which Mr. Montejo, our teacher, sent in our examination room. The second test was extremely opposite to the first one. It was very long and difficult.
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Now, Calculus, the last but definitely the hardest really caused my headache. It was not that long if item-count is taken into consideration. But a single item would cause you a long time. In fact, there was just forty five items all in all. But the alloted time for me was lacking.
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At last, the Third Periodical Test was over. I was just hoping i could pass all the exams and if possible get high grades in all the tests.
WhAt A TrAgiC EXperiENCE!!!!!
They said boys don't cry?!! Well, I don't think so!! Maybe it's just that they haven't experienced the worst dilemma of their lives!!! I'm pretty sure of it because i have experienced it myself!!! It was a clear Thursday midnight of January 18, 2007 when something happened beyond my very broad expectations! I was studying for our last batch of Periodical Test! In my friend's house, we were studying both Calculus, the most difficult subject for us, and English! Accidentally, I left my my notes in our house so i need to go home to get it! But prior to that, I could not explain why I felt a certain fear inside me!!! It was like something is going to happen! But still, I never mind it for a fact that I don't believe in haunches! When I was on my way home, something was trying to tell me that i should go home as fast as i can!! Who the hell would not have goose bumps with such ironic feelings!!
But nevertheless, i still walked with constant speed!
Everything was fine when I reached home. Not even a question was asked from me although it was not unusual because i asked permission before i went out of the house!!! So i went directly into my room and started searching for my notes in the bookshelf! As i was looking for my notebook, i heard a loud sound like something that was banged into the wall.!!
I immediately went out of my room and rush to our store! There i saw my mom and dad quarreling in a very loud voice and shouting at each other! It would have been tolerable if they were just quarrellings by words! But the most SU**ING thing that shocked me was when i was my dad as he began to PUNCH and KICK the face of my mother!!!! I was FU**ING mad, furious and angry with what i saw!!!
DAMN it!!!!
I rushed inside the HELL store and attempted to stop their fight but i did not succeed! My A**HOLE was kicked by my dad away from them!! I was EXTEREMY angry when i started looking for something, a tool or a weapon, to stop their FU**ING fight.!!!!
Alas! I saw mt 38-caliber gun but SH*T, i found no bullet inside it!!! I forgot where i placed the bullets, maybe because i was already insane in anger!!!
So i looked for a handy object to use and hit the @SS of my dad!!! I found a three-feet long metal pipe, with a radius of one and a half inches, long and big enough to kill a person!!
But the ANGEL'S hand tapped me to stop and not to de carried away with my anger!!! I realized that if i would have KILLED my FU**ING dad, it would turn out that i was more cruel than my dad!!! If by chance, I would be sent to prison, a place where he, my dad, is sought for.
Just hoping my mom did not die, I WALKED AWAY because that was the only way top stop my self from killing a FU**ING man!!!!!
I went back to Jhon Albert's house and pretended as if nothing had happend and as if there was nothing wrong!!! But instead of studying and understanding our lessons, no matter how i read, nothing was inside my head except the @$$HOLE of my dad!!! Then later i decided to sleep in Albert' house, which i normally do, because i dont want to go home!!!!
The next morning, i woke up at about five o'clock in the dawn. I went home after i woked albert up and said that i was going.
Few minutes before the test, I tried to read and study as hard as i can just to prepare myself for the tests i am to take that morning, but still, none was understood nor digested! Good thing i forgot for a while about the incident last night as the test started, although I was not sure about my answers!!!!
But after the test, everything seems to be very fresh in my mind again!!!!
SH*T!!!!!!!!
Now TELL ME???!!!
If you were in my shoes that HELL time, what would you do??!!
Who the FU**ING guy would not cry if this happens to his family??
Huh????!!!!
But nevertheless, i still walked with constant speed!
Everything was fine when I reached home. Not even a question was asked from me although it was not unusual because i asked permission before i went out of the house!!! So i went directly into my room and started searching for my notes in the bookshelf! As i was looking for my notebook, i heard a loud sound like something that was banged into the wall.!!
I immediately went out of my room and rush to our store! There i saw my mom and dad quarreling in a very loud voice and shouting at each other! It would have been tolerable if they were just quarrellings by words! But the most SU**ING thing that shocked me was when i was my dad as he began to PUNCH and KICK the face of my mother!!!! I was FU**ING mad, furious and angry with what i saw!!!
DAMN it!!!!
I rushed inside the HELL store and attempted to stop their fight but i did not succeed! My A**HOLE was kicked by my dad away from them!! I was EXTEREMY angry when i started looking for something, a tool or a weapon, to stop their FU**ING fight.!!!!
Alas! I saw mt 38-caliber gun but SH*T, i found no bullet inside it!!! I forgot where i placed the bullets, maybe because i was already insane in anger!!!
So i looked for a handy object to use and hit the @SS of my dad!!! I found a three-feet long metal pipe, with a radius of one and a half inches, long and big enough to kill a person!!
But the ANGEL'S hand tapped me to stop and not to de carried away with my anger!!! I realized that if i would have KILLED my FU**ING dad, it would turn out that i was more cruel than my dad!!! If by chance, I would be sent to prison, a place where he, my dad, is sought for.
Just hoping my mom did not die, I WALKED AWAY because that was the only way top stop my self from killing a FU**ING man!!!!!
I went back to Jhon Albert's house and pretended as if nothing had happend and as if there was nothing wrong!!! But instead of studying and understanding our lessons, no matter how i read, nothing was inside my head except the @$$HOLE of my dad!!! Then later i decided to sleep in Albert' house, which i normally do, because i dont want to go home!!!!
The next morning, i woke up at about five o'clock in the dawn. I went home after i woked albert up and said that i was going.
Few minutes before the test, I tried to read and study as hard as i can just to prepare myself for the tests i am to take that morning, but still, none was understood nor digested! Good thing i forgot for a while about the incident last night as the test started, although I was not sure about my answers!!!!
But after the test, everything seems to be very fresh in my mind again!!!!
SH*T!!!!!!!!
Now TELL ME???!!!
If you were in my shoes that HELL time, what would you do??!!
Who the FU**ING guy would not cry if this happens to his family??
Huh????!!!!
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