Thursday, February 14, 2013

Life Can Do Terrible Things

Being alive isn’t living with perfection. All of us will experience hardships. Sometimes, when you thought that these are over, more will take their place. Don’t forget, God gives us these challenges to, of course, challenge and test us. He tests how we face and find ways to solve them.
The epic, Aeneid is truly full of twists and turns. Aeneas experienced a lot of losses, especially when his father, Anchises and lover, Dido died. Even the fall of his homeland broke him apart. Despite everything he experienced, he never gave up. Some of his days felt like razor blades, and some tasted like lemonades, but still he continued to live on.  He used his losses as motivation instead of being sorry for himself. Though there were times when almost all hope was lost, Aeneas, along with his companions, saw the light through the darkness. Even if storms and a giant wooden horse blocked Aeneas’ way, he moved mountains, fought the toughest of armies and defied the gods.
Life can beyond doubt do terrible things. However, this doesn’t mean that it isn’t worth living.  Rain and winds may stop you from carrying on, but why not stop and think for a while? Your ultimate victory may not come now and how you may have expected it to, but it will, at the right time and at the right place.



Determination, Hope, Courage



Imagine your hometown being burned down, innocent people being killed right before your eyes and the seemingly never-ending dark of the night swallowing you whole. Who could ever live through that sight? If you would ask me, I would fall down to my knees as all my hope of surviving washed away. I couldn't bear to see all the memories I had in my town turn into ash with it. 
In Aeneas’ case, he didn't show weakness. Though he wasn’t able to defend his city, he was able to save some of his townspeople. It was smart to flee and live to fight another day. It was too late anyway, there was nothing else to save. I felt sympathy and pity for Aeneas since I somewhat felt how he felt when he stood at the sight of his beloved city burning down. When I heard that my grandparents’ house was burned, I felt a pain I never felt before. I was, of course worried about my family and sad about the house. It was a good thing not one of my family was hurt. But the thought of all our belongings being burned down, it tears us to pieces. 
Still, we moved on. There’s no use crying over spilled milk, right? Just as Aeneas did when he fled with the people he saved. He found ways to survive and live on, of course, with the help of the gods and the people he meets along the way. What’s done is done. Life has all these challenges lined up before us, all we have to do is to keep moving forward and use these hardships to our  advantage. With determination, hope and courage, there's nothing we can't overcome.


Yay

The last grading is finally here! :D

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Enigmatic? I Think Not


Enigmatic. That's the word that always describes the Mona Lisa, especially her smile. At first glance, you will just see a lady in a painting. Her plain face is beautiful, but for me, it is not that mysterious at all.


The Mona Lisa which was painted by Leonado da Vinci in the 1500s is a truly remarkable one. It is even said that it is the most famous painting in Western art history. Some part of me don't get why there are a lot of theories behind the smile. Any way I look at it, it still looks the same. For me, her smile is not that much like a smile at all. It seems like it is just a small curve of her lips. Some even say that her eyes follow you. I believe that it is only an illusion that was created by da Vinci. 

The first time I saw the painting, I never thought about any of those mysteries. But when I watched some documentaries on this, my mind expanded. Though I can't help but think, why do these people make a very great deal out of this painting? I say, just enjoy this masterpiece by a splendid virtuoso.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

A Flight of Fancy

     Aaaah. The airport. The start of a new adventure awaits me. I was walking on the way to my airplane when an old-fashioned one landed near me. Inside, was Amelia Earhart, the famous American aviation pioneer and author. She got off her plane then started walking towards me. I stood there starstruck by her. I admired her as a pilot with her record-breaking feats and as female role-model. 

     Amelia grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me, saying, "Do you want to have the adventure of a lifetime? Come fly with me!". I, of course, agreed. Who wouldn't want to fly with a world-famous pilot? I brought my things with me while I got on her plane. I introduced my self to her and told how I admired her for the records she broke. Just after a short moment, I found myself laughing with her just like we've known each other for year. The story of her first "flight" off the ramp on top of her family's tool shed was a really funny one. She even described her fall like flying to her sister, nicknamed Pidge.

     I offered her a snack from the one's I brought along. We ate while she told stories of her travels. Halfway through the story of her transatlantic solo flight, I saw the sun setting. Time really flies when you're having so much fun. I quickly grabbed my camera to get a shot of it. The sky was breathtaking in place we were flying in. I also found out that Amelia liked the colors of the sunset. The vivid reds were very beautiful, indeed. 

    Amelia then lowered her plane for it was going to be dark soon. We searched for a nearby airport but all we found was water. There was no radio signals as well. I was scared. Air turbulence shook the plane. I grabbed a hold of anything I can. I felt the plane descend. We were going to fall straight in the ocean. It was inevitable, we were going to die. I thanked Amelia for the great day and thanked God for my life. I felt water surround me. I felt my breath leave my lungs for the last time.

    I woke up and saw myself in my room. Woah, this was all just a dream. It was so real. That day with Amelia Earhart was one of the most fun I have ever had.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

One Hell of a School

    4:45 am. Well, I guess I woke up late again. I rushed my morning routine to keep up with the time. Luckily, my sister and I were able to ride our service on time. 

    I felt an eerie chill when I sat on the seat. I didn't mind it much since it was always chilly in the morning. It was still dark out so I couldn't see much. We drove off now on the way to school. The road was unusually foggy and that made seeing harder and the atmosphere even more chilly. 

    We were almost near our school when sunlight finally beamed on us which lit our path and that was when I saw them. My service mates were not themselves at all. Though they looked like themselves, they seemed so lifeless with only the crystal-like whites in their eyes. I tried talking to them but there was no response. All of them seemed harmless so I just waited until we were in school. 

    Upon arriving, I noticed that the whole place was like in a post-apocalypse. The whole place was dead silent. A nose-crinkling stench filled the air. There was an enormous crack on the ground which halved the basketball court up to the Maliksi building. All the buildings were wrecked. The school was a wasteland.  Our service parked in its usual place in the field. The others sluggishly walked to the Guidance Center. Weird. We weren't even late. Still, I followed them to see why. 

    "VIOLATORS' JUDGEMENT CENTER", the sign in the Guidance Center read. I saw more lifeless students along with a zombie-like Ma'am Malou. She shouted names along with their respective rooms. Woah. Everyone was so lifeless, like zombies. I was about to approach Ma'am Malou when someone grabbed my arm. I looked at his face but there was no face to look at. His face was blurred like the Slender man in the Slender game. Actually, his whole body was blurred, like a ghost. But he wore the male's school uniform, so he must be a student here as well. He then spoke to me, saying that I should not get close to go close to Ma'am or I would become one of them. Well, okay then. I'll trust this specter. Sometimes, you've got no choice but to trust strangers. I asked him why the school became like this but there was no response. I asked him other questions and he still didn't answer any of them. Frustrated, I just kept my mouth shut while I followed him.

    The ghost floated into the LRC. But instead of Learning Resource Center, it was the Late Receiving Center. Inside, I saw the tardy zombie students scream their throats out while being whacked with thick books. That certainly hurt. I felt pity for them. The ghost suddenly spoke again. He said not to feel pity for I will slowly turn into one of them. I  removed my pity, scared of turning into those lifeless beings.

     Canteen 1. That's where the ghost drifted off to. Hmm, ghosts don't get hungry. There I saw a horrifying scene. The variety of food was gnawing on the poor students. Blood and gore splatted everywhere, disembodied hands were grabbing me and heads were still screaming for help. Even the canteen personnel were there and they were the ones who made the students line up for their penalty.  "The Overeaters and  the Kleptomaniacs", said the ghost. There, I saw some familiar faces, some where my classmates. Tears fell from my eyes and on to the ground. My legs unexpectedly gained a mind of it's own while my whole body followed it. I approached one of my classmates near me but the ghost took my hand again. He gazed at me with his faceless face which he meant not to go close. I felt pity once again for their punishment seemed too harsh. Again, the ghost reminded not to feel pity or I would suffer the consequences. 

     The Science Lab was his next destination. "The Lethargic", he said. Those who didn't clean in their respective areas were there to be tortured. Violators were trapped inside test tubes, and density projects. Some were frozen as equilibrium projects. Not a sound could be heard in there except for Ma'am Pareja's  angry lectures on different values and some science concepts. I suddenly felt a sheer cold bite my feet. It seemed like ice formed at once and I couldn't feel anything in my lower body. I could still walk but my pace became slower. We then continued on. 

    As soon as I came out of the Science lab, a loud shriek echoed throughout the place which came from the next room, the Biology Lab. There were more carnage there. Students were being opened up and dissected like the frogs from Biology class. The scene almost made me regurgitate. "The Overdue and the Non-passers", the ghost said. They were the ones who didn't pass their requirements or those who passed them late. Again, I thought the punishments was very harsh, even for that violation. I mean, come on, dissecting students alive? The coldness, all if a sudden, went up to my thighs. They felt stiff while I tried to catch up with the drifting ghost. 

    He stopped in the pathway in the front of the Freshman/Sophomore building. I saw even more familiar faces in there. "The Ignorant and the Unruly", the ghost said. Well, that explains why knew a lot of the violators in those rooms. The different advisers were there and they were all physically enhanced. They looked like demons. All of the violators were nailed to their seats by the demon advisers. Huge, heavy chains restricted them from moving. Their mouths were stapled then were sealed with duct tape. The ghost floated away again, so I followed him.

    I heard moans to my right, from the BSP/GSP room. The ghost was still floating when I stopped in front of the building. String, yarn, needles and scraps of cloth from our school and scouting uniform  were scattered near the place. The students there, I think, were the ones who didn't follow the dress code of the school. The uniforms they were wearing were sewn onto their skin. The clothes then shrunk until it penetrated their bones.   The boys' heads were shaved until their skulls were seen. The sight of them made me sick. The coldness I felt earlier, climbed up to stomach. Where was this frigidness coming from anyway? There wasn't a trace of ice or snow here. The cold was too powerful and I staggered through the pathway. 

    I lost sight of the ghost. I feebly passed the ruins of the Maliksi building while faintly evading the boiling lava that spewed out of the huge crack on the ground. Then, I saw the ghost was floating stationary in front of the Chemistry Lab. I looked as though as he was staring at something inside the lab. There were huge alcohol lamps and in them were the violators, squeezed like sardines. A demon-like Ma'am Bisa was putting the the lamps on fire, along with the students. "The Defacers", said the ghost. These were the ones who vandalize the school's properties. Now, the coldness was up to my neck. I almost couldn't move. I struggled to catch up with the ghost.

     He stopped again in front of the principal's office and then preceded inside. Just when I was about the enter the office, an explosion of debris wiped out the building. A huge monster appeared in front of me and howled loudly that it blew me off of my feet. It wore glasses and a scarf. I assumed it was our principal Ma'am de Vera but was in the form of a chimera. She tore through the buildings, stepping on the students, throwing them around. The ghost which was my only help was nowhere to be found. She chased after me when she saw me running for my life. I ran for the gate, but it became farther with each step that I take. The monster finally caught up and grabbed me. Fifteen feet above the ground, I saw the ghost near the chimera's feet. I screamed help at the top of my lungs but it didn't move. Razor-sharp teeth bit my arm off. Blood, my blood, gushed out of what's left of my arm. Suddenly, the monster stopped. It became frozen in its place and I was able to get out of its grip. I ran out of the gate, never to look back again. 

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Laughing All The Way Home

Dismissal time, the time when students are free from the stress of our classes. Donna, Airah and I were just walking around when Airah said, "Let's go to the town proper." "Why?", I asked. "I need to buy colored papers and index cards", she said. "Yes, let's go. I'll buy food from 7-11.", Donna suddenly said. While we were walking, I remembered that didn't bring my wallet with me. I said this to them and Airah said that I always forgot my money. Well, nothing's new.

To start a conversation, I shared a funny experience I had during the New Year. I said that my godmother made iced tea which tasted like scented candles. We all laughed at that statement. Is there even such kind of iced tea? Well, there now is! "My godmother said that she made that drink with Jasmine tea", I said after we had a good laugh. Airah then mentioned that scented candles were sometimes made of Jasmine that's why there was a resemblance. We continued walking until we reached our destinations. Airah and Donna bought what they needed or wanter while I accompanied them.

Though our conversations are short and sometimes nonsense, we all make a good laugh about it. From the smallest of topics to the widest ones, each conversation and  interesting and enjoyable, especially if it is shared with the ones whose close to your heart.