Monday, November 28, 2011

Nicholas Sparks in Manila! : The Saga

OCTOBER 28, 2011

Weeks before the indicated date above, my sister surprised me with a news that Nicholas Sparks is coming here -in our little country of 7107 islands in its humble setting in South East Asia, the Philippines. I was awestruck! Surely, my sis have made a mistake. She might have been a fan of the movie adaptation of A Walk to Remember but she just doesn't have the patience to finish even a single novel of his. (You might not even get the reasoning behind that!) But it turns our she's right! As usual, I can always Google it and what I found out that he's indeed coming here in the Philippines as a part of his world tour for his most recent book, The Best of Me. He even tweeted in tagalog for the sake of his Filipino fans (which of course includes me).

It amazes me that he chose Philippines as one of his stops. I pretty much wish for almost all my life for J.K. Rowling to visit as well and the whole Harry Potter stars. Added points if the Twilight casts went as well. But as the series had just ended (for both phenomenal books) all those hoping went in vain. Yes, I might see them still (when I get filthy rich and go to London and Hollywood and be among the crazed fans lined along the red carpet while they show off their gorgeous gowns and tux in some movie premiere of theirs or probably on Oscars) but it just won't be the same. They won't be leading their Harry, Ron, Hermione, Edward and Bella roles anymore. It'll never be the same. (Redundant?) For that reason, I sometimes hope I was born in L.A. or perhaps London where the possibility of seeing these idols I'm crazed about will increase exponentially. I might be getting off topic here but you see, that is the very reason why, I swear to myself I won't miss seeing Nicholas Sparks when he comes here. I may not have gone all gooey-gooey over him like what I did with DanRad and RobPatt (and the most recent Benjamin Stone <3) but I have, for sure, gone all namby-pamby with his novels and of course, Landon Carter. I won't let this pass. For all I knew, I won't be seeing Daniel Radcliffe until I get old and be accepted in a home for the aged and I found him to be one of the sponsors of that particular facility. It's definitely not the greatest circumstance to see your all time crush, right? I might live not seeing them so I have to settle with my favorite author.

Trouble is, our camping date was set on October 27-29 which had left me so down thinking that I may not be able to see this wonderful storyteller personally. Just then, I planned on a scheme which includes my father snicking me out of the camping place at early morning of 28 and returning me there at night. He readily agreed to it but it had somehow left me feeling guilty. Years of being taught to settle my priorities kicked in. By that time, dejected, I embraced the idea of letting this once-in-a-lifetime moment pass. And just as I was nursing myself from sorrow, I attended the Young Women's precamp in our church. It was an awesome experience by the way. It made me somehow excited for the upcoming camping that time and brought some relief to me that that camping was something that I shouldn't miss and it made me feel better to know that what I'm bargaining to see Nicholas Sparks was more important. By the end of the activity, I was one of those to share my testimony and I feel so light about it that I'm feeling no regrets towards not seeing Nicholas Sparks. But, the Lord works in mysterious ways. I've figured out that day that maybe He just wants to test me about my choice. Would I choose to miss this wonderful activity laid out by the church to our youth or would I choose to rub elbows with strangers as legions of Filipinos tiptoes to get a glimpse of Nicholas Sparks? I've made my choice that time and I know the Lord knew that. And I thank Him dearly because He still wants me to achieve this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It turns out the camping is cancelled and won't be until summer next year. I swear, I could have shouted with glee! Nothing can stop me now from seeing Sparks.

But again. there goes the trouble of getting his autograph. National Book Store (the one in-charge of this event -whatever that term is) had all these complicated rules of getting his signature. One has to buy the latest book to get a chance to have one of your Sparks book signed. And it will be a raffle kinda sort. I was so out of money that time and I just couldn't ask my parents for money because we're in the midst of financial crisis. And buying the book doesn't even guarantee you a signed book. It'll only give you a chance. I originally thought this event would just be a simple book signing. I have four Nicholas Sparks books which were bought during my money filled days and I was just hoping for him to sign one of them. But somehow, life is making it hard for me.

However, I found the perfect solution of acquiring 500pesos to buy the book. Still hesitant, I inquired a dear friend who shares the same fiery passion with me when it comes to books if it would be worth it know what's at stake (haha. I'm making it sound dramatic). What she told me exactly was "Its Nicholas Sparks. He's awesome and signed books are more awesome ;)" With that in mind, I bought it the day before the event and just like any moments when I open a new book fresh from the bookstore, I feel like I'm opening a treasure. and the clear, thin plastic it was encased in serves as the wrapping waiting to be marred. The smooth texture of the paper, the smell of the printed ink in it, the awesomely straight and unfolded edges of each pages (which I have no idea how did they ever get dog ears) and the smooth spine- all of it a treasure waiting to be devoured. (Hahaha. I'm totally smiling right now while typing this.) I haven't read past it's dedication because I want to enjoy reading it while glancing back and forth to the prophesied page where he'll hopefully sign it and sighing to it telling myself that "I deserve this. I've come a long way from getting this autograph and seeing him personally."

But problems never seem to leave me. I then realized than having one book would only give me one chance out of i-don't-know-how-many-but-I'm-sure-as-hell-is-a-lot, probably more. But I give it a chance. Besides, I tell myself, maybe seeing him would be enough. Perhaps a handshake wouldn't be so bad? (When all I want to do I hug him and tell him how wonderful his books are that just shows how wonderful the man behind all of those is.) My motto that day, I believe was 'Que Sera Sera'.

So, the day came. I went there with my friend Jam to whom I introduced the wonderful works of Nicholas Sparks starting with the never fading A Walk to Remember. She was just as eager as I am to get a glimpse of the man behind our Landon Carter. We went to the mall (The Podium - it's in Ortigas which I really mastered in Google maps how to go there!) at 10 am which is it's opening hour. Upon arriving, the line for the raffle is already at the fourth floor. If my estimation is correct, almost a thousand were already there at that very early hour! And there was I, hoping that I could be one of those early birds so that I could guarantee myself an autograph. For the nth time, I dejectedly accepted the circumstances and continued the way up to the fourth floor to fall in line.

On the bright side, the day is worthwhile because I've done a lot of catching up with Jam and we talk endlessly about college, professors, books, boys and the usual girl talk. After over an hour of waiting it was my turn to draw the lot. Before that, I've heard and seen other people squeal and hug their friends in joy when they draw the winning stub.

How I wish I was one of them ;(


And the others looking so sad. . . My heart goes out to them and then I see the unfairness of it all. I will explain later why but let me just spit it out that I draw an "I'm sorry" stub. And that moment left me so abject, all torn up, atrabilious, black, bleak, broody, bummed out, cast down, cheerless, clouded, crestfallen, dampened, dashed, despondent, disconsolate, discouraged, disheartened, dismal, dispirited, doleful, down, down in the dumps, down in the mouth, downcast, downhearted, dragged, drooping, droopy, gloomy, glum, heavyhearted, hurting, in the pits, low, low-spirited, melancholy, miserable, moody, mopey, mopish, morose, sad, sagging, shot down, spiritless, woebegone and wretched. (Thank you Thesaurus!) Mix all of them plus a 100 ton of weight crushing down on you and the flood of tears brimming in you eyes and the pity looks you're getting from your friend, to the one who just told you the bad news, down to the other people in line eager not to have the same fate as you - that sums up my predicament. And then there's this woman who gives me a minute maid, perhaps to make losers ( and I'm not even a loser!) feel better of not having the chance to be close to Nicholas Sparks for just a foot or two and shaking his hand. I mean, Minute Maid!?!



But Jam and I had a laugh about this stupid scheme of theirs with the Minute Maid. We just settled drinking the acidic drink to settle our rumbling stomach which is the result of waiting so long in the line. (Which is a very bad idea because we might get hyper acidic or something. It happened to Jam once when she drank my pineapple juice WITHOUT my permission on an empty stomach and she ends up being clammy and pale. I would have blamed it on her drinking it WITHOUT my permission but she just looks so weak. :P) So we wandered around the Podium looking for a fast food chain because we're both living on a very tight budget. We seemed to be in the wrong place (because all there is was those expensive looking cafes and restaurants and those food chains that offers towering burgers that matches their towering prices.) so we walk to the nearby Robinsons Galleria and ate at the very familiar KFC. To use our free time before 5pm (which is when the book signing will start) we hang around Robinsons Bestsellers and read books. (I've read VIXEN.) We had a very peaceful time, just sitting there occasionally talking and taking our minds off of the disappointment of not seeing my book signed. As it neared 5pm, we made our way back to The Podium to find it full of people. We could barely squeeze ourselves to find a place with the perfect view of the platform.

Yep. That's how crowded the place is. Which shows how much the Filipinos love Nicholas Sparks!


We found our spot in the second floor but it's still a struggle the both of us amidst other people and a few conyo girls. ;) (Jam and I had this talk that when I get to be famous with my still nonexistent but under construction novels she would be one of the VIPs always seating on the best seats and being the first one to get her book signedTo make up for this day. Girls can dream! )

See the light? That's exactly where we were.

The whole scene was overwhelming. All of us were craning our necks trying to see if he has already arrived. And at some point others would.. like kid around and cheer so loud that we thought he's already there and we were all squealing into that false alarm! And soon, he did arrived. He passed by the second floor where we were waiting so we were kind of the few ones who first saw him and there's this girl who tried to catch him but there were reinforcements so it was a silly attempt. And then Nicholas Sparks is waving at us and we're like OMG. Haha. The event host (the girl above) can be barely heard over the loud cheers! He was wearing one of those Filipino shirts with the outline of the Philippine islands in the upper left chest which really touched my deepest Filipino roots deeply. And so goes the usual interview.

When asked about his novels, a particular statement stuck in my shell. He said, "I like to write novels that makes a lasting impression, that moves you deeply, that make you cry and make you fall in love." Those weren't his exact words but you get the idea. And he indeed he did. His novels that I've read made a lasting impression on me. All of them had moved me in some way and I've always shed tears while reading them, making me fall in love with the story. So soon, the preliminaries ended and they proceeded with the book signing. The A Walk to Remember soundtrack was playing in the background and the first song that played was 'Cry' by Mandy Moore making me want to cry myself. ;'( We stayed there for another hour (I think) casting envious looks on those that were right next to him, taking pictures with him. We then scheme silly ideas of how to get close to him. (Like how we did throw our phone down and yell like crazy or running in the stage hugging him and many more. We even considered looking for stray signing passes so we could still get a chance. Haha.) Rather, we went down and stood close to the stage so that "at least we could be a yard away from him". That is very impossible but surprisingly there's this old woman next to us who had a published article in The Philippine Star of how she adores Nicholas Sparks books. She's in a wheelchair and can't go up the stage so Nicholas Sparks himself got up and walked to her to sign her book making us a foot away from him!! YAY! And there's goes the day. We walked in the now very familiar ADB avenue feeling down yet at the same time elated that we have SEEN Nicholas Sparks waved at us!

----Thankfully, National Bookstore still gave a chance for our books to be signed. They collected our unsigned books and promised us to try to make Nicholas Sparks sign it. The day before he went to his next stop for the tour, they informed us that he signed every single one. I was so happy! And still am. I've finished the book the next day I got it from them and as prophesied I see myself sighing every now and then when the thought crosses my mind that the book I'm reading was personally signed by him. It was my first one and I am so, so, blessed, blest, blissful, blithe, can't complain,captivated, cheerful, chipper, chirpy, content,contented, convivial, delighted, ecstatic, elated,exultant, flying high, gay, glad, gleeful,gratified, intoxicated, jolly, joyful, joyous,jubilant, laughing, light, lively, looking good,merry, mirthful, on cloud nine, overjoyed,peaceful, peppy, perky, playful, pleasant, pleased, sparkling, sunny, thrilled, tickled,tickled pink, up, upbeat, walking on air. It was worth every worry I've made, every walk I took, every tear that fell, every peso I've spent and every thing else...

Thank you Nicholas Sparks! (I believe I've badgered him so much in his twitter during those times. Haha!) Please stop by here again.. soon!

THE REWARD.

*** Event pictures courtesy of National Book Store. Minute Maid is from Google.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Five Months

Five months ago. . .


Oh, well. Nerves! Please leave me! Hahaha. Having a pep talk to myself right now. Because tomorrow is the day! June 14, 2011 is the start of classes in my new home. UP Diliman. Though there won't be any classes yet (tomorrow all freshies are excused in class giving way to the Freshmen Welcome Assembly) still, tomorrow marks my first day ever in college! And it won't be just like any other college! Because it is the University of the Philippines: a respected name not only here in the country but worldwide as well! Wooh! Tough, isn't it? And it is (i guess so) the biggest university in the country too! I really need to get the hang of college! But the thing is, I still can't feel it. Take for example right now, I haven't done any preparation at all for tomorrow! Hayy :(( (See post.)


...my class in Social Science II. The prof, i think. is cool. When he entered the room, the first thing he asked us was to write what is our idea about justice and God. Here's what i wrote:
JUSTICE - it is fairness in all things given that everyone has the same view of what is right and wrong.
GOD - is a Supreme Being
   I would have written more, it's just that the task was surprisingly given and we only had limited time where I've wasted half of it looking for a damn paper (kaya ngayon I have a quiz pad and yellow pad in my bag na! xD) Sir Robert (that's my prof's name) said that my idea about justice is 'interesting'. I thought at first that he found my answer kinda good because it's the first one he commented as 'interesting' but he keeps on saying the same word for the whole class. hahaha. So i guess, my answer is no big deal at all. :)
   My next class in English 1. My prof is pretty. Hahahaha. That was my first impression. But there seem to be some.... er-. i don't know how else to describe her. But I want to excel in her subject really. English is one of my strengths and I want to prove myself. I got so excited when we're told that the class would be full of writing, reading and speaking. In short, the things (I can say) I'm good at. I just hope it would really turn out ok.
   Next subject is Math 17. Ok, I think this class is gonna be oh-so-cool! :)) IDK why, I just felt it. Our prof is funny (I guess) and i think he's also considerate. (kasi nung uwian may naka- usap akong sophomore na schoolmate ko nung high school, and he informed me na generous nga daw si prof! yay!) So, math is great so far.. hahaha. It all goes down if ever I perform well and if high school lessons have stuck. :))
   Our last subject was Geography1. Out professor is kinda old compared to my other professors. hahaha. But he tends to joke. And had provided us with lots of requirements already :)) We also had our first discussion na. hahaah. All about geog. It's cool I think. learning stuff about the surface of the earth. I just hope this class turns out ok in the future :))
   So far.. college had been challenging. Its still hard for me to adapt to my new experiences and I'm still nervous about anything! (See post.)


Five months later. . .

Looking back at those posts made me ask myself: "Did I really blog about that?" But it's actually nice that I've recorded my first impressions of my first subjects in college (although Chemistry is not included) and of what I really felt about those and college in general. Five months from those posts, I can proudly say that I'm far from being nervous again. Somehow, perhaps I will, because there will always be new faces each semester but I've gained a distinct increase in confidence.  .

Now, five month later, I have, once again endure the first day nervousness which is definitely less than what I have experienced before. Perhaps the reason is the presence of my college friends. I confidently entered my classroom awhile ago. And I can yawn all I want. I even doze for a few minutes during one of my class which I guess wouldn't be worth mentioning which class. However, the tasks mounted. I am now facing my first quiz this semester tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow, which is just the second day. Pages and pages of reading are waiting for me as well as I finish this blog entry. I need to wake up at 4am everyday to attend my first class on time. Though I haven't met my other professors, I can tell that this sem's profs have proven themselves more intimidating. Well maybe that would change overtime, slightly. ;)

I once ask for my college experience to be nice. . . But right now, I BEG myself to act responsibly. The following five months would surely need a great effort for endurance.

-Eu

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Sweet November

She Just Needed A Month To Change His Life Forever.

Directed by: Pat O'Connor
Starring: Keanu Reeves, Charlize Theron
Released: 2001

I've watched this movie weeks and weeks ago. It has been in my line up of to-watch movies and I'm glad I had the time to finally do. It was released when I was still six and I just watched it this year which kinda made me outdated, right? However, no matter how old a movie is, I'm gonna give it a piece of my mind.

The story is about Nelson Moss (Reeves- who is so handsome but old enough to be my father *wink) who is nothing but a stereotype workaholic to thinks to much of himself and mutters a lot. He works on a advertising company, (which is an interesting prospect as I've seen in the film- in my opinion at least) and had just found time in his full timetable to take his DMV test where he meets Sara Deever (Theron). Weird but spontaneous Sara tried to get back at Moss for having her miss her exam, when she was accused of cheating when the cheater was really arrogant Moss. Due to their constant, somehow planned acquaintances, Nelson is in the verge to cracking up because of Sara's insistence of helping him by being her NOVEMBER- add up his recent breakup with his girlfriend and being fired at work because of his not-so-good advertisement of hotdogs. ;) because she claims that he needs her help. Sara is just plain crazy when she keep on insisting for Nelson to be his November. She explained that she'd helped her September and October as well. In the end, he gave in and became her November.

Sara indeed helped Nelson in many ways. He was able to ditch his old ways and learned to appreciate what life really is all about. They fell in love. Everything seems so perfect up until he asked her to marry him. (which is such an endearing scene), for what truly is Sara's reasons why she helps people every month?

Sweet November is a sweet story about love, life and sacrifice. It teaches us that Love is selfless. We always have to think about our other half. The film might have some problems such as poor acting (according to professional critiques), there were also discontinuity in the scenes and some cheesy lines but we have to dig deeper than that. I totally love this film. It's at times light, heavy, sweet, bitter, funny, serious, full of anger, full of LOVE. . . Just as our lives. c'est la vie!

FUN LINES from the film and AWW moments that I love! (Source: IMDb)

Nelson: (throws his cellphone in the sink full of water) Marry me!
(throws his watch)
Nelson: Marry me, Sara!

Sara: You know, he asked me to marry him.
Chaz: He's not the first. . .
Sara: No, but it was the first time I wanted to say "Yes".

Nelson: Why a month?
Sara: Because it's long enough to be meaningful, but short enough to stay out of trouble.

Sara: You're my immortality Nelson.

Nelson: November is all I know, and all I ever wanna know.

Nelson: You defy every law of nature I've ever known.

Nelson: This is it, life will never be better, or sweeter than this.

Chaz: Very impressive set of pecs you've got there Nelson. You work out then? Me, I haven't got time. Your pecs on the other hand, darling [Sara], are just edible.

Nelson: Have you ever heard of Phalaenopsis Sunderiana. It reminded me of you.
Sara: You got the job, didn't you?
Nelson Moss: Best offer anyone ever made me,
Sara: So when do you start?
Nelson: We had a little problem agreeing on that. He suggested immediately, I suggested... never.
Sara: Never?
Nelson: Never.

Nelson: Try to be wrong once in a while. I'd do my ego good.


Saturday, October 1, 2011

Glimpse

In one moment
it is over.
In one moment
it is gone.
The morning grows
thin, grey
and our lives-
how they were-
have vanished.
Our lives have
changed
when I walk in
on Lizzie
my sister
holding a shotgun.

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That description would have been confusing right? Yes, I was confused when I first read that from the book's back flap but this is a heartwarming story. The first novel by Carol Lynch Williams that I've read, and I really enjoyed it. (I actually want to read The Chosen One but its hard finding a copy of that book here in RP.) This 500-page book is a very quick read. I finished it for about two hours. The style is unique and authentic. At first I find myself getting irritated because the words are confusing. But I've got the hang of it and soon started enjoying it. 

Glimpse is a poetic tale about the Chapman sisters: Lizzie and Hope. Hope, at twelve, struggles when she saw her older sister trying to kill herself. Lizzie was soon sent into the hospital refusing to talk to people other than her closest and only sister, Hope. What could be the meaning behind all this? What does Lizzie means when she told her to "be careful"? What was the secret that mom doesn't want Lizzie to tell the doctors?

Hope, every night, keeps missing her sister more and more, demanding for her presence. Bound by a strong sisterly love, Hope knows that its up for her to unravel the reason behind her sister attempt for suicide, for by finding the answers, Hope does not only saves her sister, but also herself.

 Is the key really behind her dreams at night that stopped when Lizzie was sent to the hospital? Or does it date back to the night their father died. . .

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That must have been the coolest summary i could give right now. I'm proud of that. It does not tell much about the story but it's enough. Unlike those descriptions from GoodReads and Amazon, which I hope you won't give a glance.

 This story is short. I could summarize in five sentences or so. But don't put it down, you might find yourself really into it or shed a few tears. With great suspense, bouts of mystery, the undying love of a sister, thoughts of friendship and flickers of romance, this book is a must-read! At times, I find myself thinking about my own Lizzie, or should I say Abby? And I know, even before reading this (the love just intensified), that I would do anything to protect my sister. 

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It have been a quick
I know
But I might just
Give another go
Appreciate more
The poetic flow
And let the meaning
Inside me, grow.

 ;)

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Delirium

by Lauren Oliver

Before scientists found the cure, people thought love was a good thing. They didn't understand that once love--the deliria--blooms in your blood, there is no escaping its hold.

Things are different now. Scientists are able to eradicate love, and the government demands that all citizens receive the cure upon turning eighteen. Lena Haloway has always looked forward to the day when she'll be cured. A life without love is a life without pain: safe, measured, predictable, and happy. 

But with ninety-five days left until her treatment, Lena does the unthinkable: she falls in love. 

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Another novel in a Dystopian setting, I discovered this book at GoodReads.com and was encouraged by a friend (same friend who introduced Divergent to me). I was actually supposed to read this first but Divergent begged me first. Its been sitting in my folders for weeks and I guess I started reading it at a very unfortunate time which is the night before a very major exam in Trigonometry. Results are not out yet but I'm positive I've flunked it because my head is full of the described deliria above. 

Magdalena "Lena" Haloway, had accepted long before the fate that awaits her, even anticipates it. Her Aunt Carol is cured and so is her older sister Rachel, though there's a big issue about her mother's treatment. She always goes by the rules, in fear of being infected with the disease. She'd been promised of security, happiness and a painless life. She doesn't want to end up like the Invalids, and so she's been living her life perfect, bound by the new American law. 

However, Alex came in the story. He turned her whole world upside down, pretty much what Amor Deliria Nervosa does to most of us. He showed her the real wonders and happiness that life and love can bring. But that doesn't end there, being with Alex brought about doubts and secrets were revealed. And soon, they'll find themselves fighting for love, the thing Lena learned to despise throughout her life.

This is a very good read with a very intriguing plot. I admire Lauren Oliver's creativity in this one. Her ideas of the Laws and books made the society real. She even enumerated the disease's symptoms in detail. Her characters seemed to breathe out of the book itself and I can't help thinking about them all day long.

At first, one might say that this is a fight against what one once believed in. Otherwise a battle to dodge the laws restricting them to a wonderful thing called love. But in the end, I discovered that it's neither of the two. The question all along is how far will you go and how much will you risk for love?

Love nonexistent seemed to be unbearable for me and I assume for all. This novel made the perfect plot to make it otherwise. The vivid descriptions are good and the characters are complex unlike teen novels nowadays. The ending was quite a blast and during the few minutes of pondering the story, it was a disappointment. But then, thanks to Google, I discovered that it was actually a trilogy and I jumped for joy! I really thought that it's a stand-alone novel which would make the ending simply the end, though would still be great. But knowing that we're still up for more is really great. Altogether, I love this book and I seriously hope to love the sequels. 

I can't wait to see what happens to Pandemonium.Will love fail them? Or is it worth it? Because “Love: It will kill you and save you, both.”

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Divergent

One Choice
Decides Your Friends

One Choice
Defines Your Beliefs

One Choice
Determines Your Loyalties---Forever

One Choice
Can Transform You


This 489 pages book just published last May 3, 2011 by Veronica Roth was recommended by a friend. I was supposed to read something else before this but earlier this day (or I could say yesterday since it just turned 12AM here in RP) but as I scan my ebooks, the title calls out to me, begging to be read. I started it midmorning. The setting of the story is a Dystopian Chicago where people are divided by their factions, namely Amity- home for those who eliminates aggression and seeks peace, Erudite- home for those of great knowledge and despises ignorance, Abnegation- detests selfishness and rejoices in selflessness, Candor- relishes honesty and rules our lies and Dauntless- revels in courage and reviles cowardice. When I started it, The Hunger Games trilogy came up in my mind, though I haven't really started that series. Maybe because the settings are both in a Dystopia but as I go on, that's where the similarities end.

By the fourth chapter, I have to stop because I've got my PE class (bowling) to attend to and I really need to submit something at the University. However, on my way home I stopped at Robinsons Galleria at spent hours at Bestsellers continuing the book. I was so into it that I wasn't fully aware of the time. I then have to go home and just finished the book approximately an hour ago because that's how good it is!

Anyway, back to the story, our heroine, Beatrice 'Tris' Prior is born an Abnegation and she somehow feels the need to be herself and stop pretending who she's not. This is a common theme in the YA novels at the present time though for some reason I didn't thought of it as a cliche in this novel as what I thought of others. She was given the choice, as every sixteen-year-olds in their society was. However, the act of choosing had been made harder when she discovered than she's something more that these factions could hold. But she had to choose, and in the end her choice is Dauntless. In here, she met friends, enemies. She felt at home. She had faced her fears and overcome them. She had met Four.

Now, Four certainly is a character to love. (Who wouldn't?) But there are characters that I totally hate. And won't be mentioning them. After series of tests and fights, they were to discover that (borrowing Caleb's words) something big is happening. And the Divergents has a great role. Along the way, Tris learned the art of sacrifice for the greater good, even if it means the lives of loved ones or even hers. But the best thing is discovering who she really is and her real purpose.

Ok, I tried my best not to say much and I hope that it would suffice. The book, is awesome, there goes Roth's sleepless nights, earning her fans around the globe. However, the end was unexpected. I was like, "That's it?". *Laughs. But, good strategy because I can hardly wait for Insurgent to come out next year. What I admire about Roth is that she knows WAR. Meaning, it's unlike other books where the outcomes of wars and fights are always expected, always in favor of the protagonist. There is pain, fear, courage, love, passion, selflessness, etc. This is a book made for teens but one that adults would totally love. And the idea of the faction thing had somehow brought back memories of the Houses in J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series.

Altogether, a great read and a must!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Pottermore

After weeks of waiting, I've finally received my welcome email from Pottermore! Well, it was actually weeks ago that I did, but I've only thought of blogging about like... ten minutes ago! But yeah, I'm very happy. It wouldn't surprise you to know that I actually have two accounts. And please do add me as a friend if you have an account as well, especially the brave and chivalrous Gryffindors which is my house on both accounts.

The site is interesting but it definitely lacks something. Music is number one on the list. Yes, it was interactive but its a bit dull. However, I really don't mind those down sides because we Potterheads should be thankful that Jo did this wonderful thing for us, to keep Harry in our remembrance all the time.

My two accounts are HeartLumos143 and PatronusHazel36 with my wands 12 3/4 Larch with Unicorn Core, Rigid and 10 3/4 Holly with Unicorn Core, Supple respectively. Please do add me up and let's experience the Ultimate Harry Potter experience together. ;)



Ynigma's Can't Get You Out of My Head

Do you ever get bored with your friends? You, might say, "No way! Who would be bored with friends?" I know. Believe me, I know that response. However, Ynigma had been kind of bored last Thursday and we cooked something... I can't pen what sort of thing it is really, but we did something. We just had our Practical Exam in Chem16 and we were the first batch to do the exam giving up almost four hours of break. We were walking at the Science Complex when we suddenly felt like walking at the amphitheater. They were actually joking about walking at the chord of the circular area in there. And out of nothing to do, we decided to imitate the Skins Dance of Can't get you out of my head. Watch below. 


Yeah, our group is really into this Skins generation (with awesome Freddie, crazy Effy, cool-dude Cook and not-so-cool JJ ;) And this dance was really cute although short and we did a very humiliating version of it.


Yes, its humiliating, but those were fun times. Why be ashamed of being happy with friends? I was on the right side most corner. What's not cool is that cars and lot's of people passed by when we did that. And yeah, I suck. We just learned that dance at that exact moment and it's really a cool thing to do. It's so high-school. ;) 

Video is courtesy of Chelsea. Edited by Mei.

-Eu


Friday, September 9, 2011

Friendship For Convenience


Forgive me. I have no idea why am I writing about this: Friendship. Is it because I'm simply finding happiness with my new found friends or I terribly miss my old ones? I don't know. All I know is that right now, I crave for some girlfriend to hug and cry with. Honestly, I've never even done that in my whole life. Yeah, I cried in front of my friends but those are for reasons that have been perfectly laid in front of their eyes. For an instance, when I had this very humiliating incident in my English class back in 3rd year high school, my teacher scolded me for being an arrogant know-it-all and that was just too much for me with everybody witnessing it so I cried. They comforted, just as anybody would do. I have my friends who I call my best friends but they don't know me either. Maybe because I had created this wall between myself and other people. I was never the emotional person of whatever group I belong too. I, actually, am always the comforter, adviser. People usually cry to me, and with that I gained a lot of friends. Ask them, if all the time we spent talking to each other, was half of it about me? Yeah, it might be about me but if it would be, it would only revolve on my opinions to guys and teachers and movies and books. I always wonder how it could be so easy for them to express themselves. My friends would tell me every feeling they had: about their family or how they got angry or hurt or extremely happy. I want to tell them that 'yeah, I've felt that too, that I've also been there but I feel so vulnerable letting someone in inside that wall. As a result, I had the most perfect family in the world in their perspective. They thought I'm strong willed and could stand up to just anybody. But my life isn't like that. Yeah, I'm a happy person. I love a good laugh and I can't imagine a day without laughing. You can also tell on how I describe myself that i'm strong and is really full of enthusiasm but that's only my other side. I have many doubts. I have many fears. I have feelings which I oftentimes don't care to express because I value the friendship that much. I was always the one holding back. I get pissed, I hold back my anger. I got hurt, I hold back the tears. I got stood up, I hold back my annoyance. Once, I tried talking. Letting some a part of me come out of that wall I've built. I thought it worked. I thought they understood but in next to no time things are back to normal. It hurts. Maybe I'm exaggerating it but I never really have known any better so, yeah, it does hurt. Hoping that you could trust somebody only to be completely ignored. And that wasn't the only time. For many times I've tried, but I always find the subject in serious conversations averted to another whole new topic. It feels so sad and depressing at the same time.

This had been in my drafts for weeks now. Yeah, I know. Its full of drama. I can vaguely remember what imposed these thoughts in my mind. (though I know they've been there for a long time). I just felt like I should post this so here I am. I would just like to add a few conclusions here.

Most of us have felt being alone. 'All alone in a crowded hall, the hall it is gay, and the waves, they are grand. But my heart is not here at all.' (from Slievenamon) These song lyrics summarize what I always felt in a crowd of friends. I want that wall broken but no one's willful enough, to even try. I love my friends, don't get me wrong. I understand them. But at times I felt like I only exists for their conveniences. You don't need someone to cry first before acting concerned. They care, that much I could tell. But someone's always bound to do more caring that what the other does. I'm tired of being that person. But I am still grateful, because while others have no one for them, I'm being so dramatic here. I'm not the perfect friend. But I do my best. 

I, again would like to share somerthing from ezine about Friendship:

Friendship is a personal relationship shared between each friend for the welfare of other, in other words, it is the relationship of trust, faith and concern for each other feelings. It is a relationship of mutual caring and intimacy among one another. A friend is one who knows you as a person and regards you for what you are and not what he or she is looking in a good friend. Best friend is one who accepts the good as well bad qualities of his friend and also takes an initiative in correcting and mending them. Friendship is a distinctive kind of concern for your friend, it is a relationship of immense faith and love for each other.

Friendship is all about how much you care and understand each other. It is a pure relationship, which would make your friend smile, feel good as to how much you love him and care for him. It is all about talking, listening and building up a strong relationship loyalty among each other. It is string of love which develops gradually with each others involvement. In certain cases friendship may not last for a longer period and might end up or lose its prime importance of love and regard for each other. There are some friendships which might end with unresolved conflicts and tiffs which means that these type of relationship were not so strong that could hold on their own in adversity and bad times. Friendship is not about merry-making and fun it involves equal loyalty from both the partners.

It should be understood that not all friends are best friends. One might come across numerous number of friends in his life but there are very few who will be their during your ups and down. How one should recognize your best friend the one who will understand your strengths and shortcomings and would be with you in all your good and bad phases of life.

A true friendship does not consist of a huge number of friends you keep but it is valued by its worth and capability to hold you and stand by you in all phases of life.That said finding a best friend from among your friends is the hardest task to do.A lot of people say that the best friends automatically come closer from among a group of friends and you will never have to make an extra effort to do find one. That is how the strong bond between true friends is formed. So best of luck in finding or recognizing a true friend !



Not The End


The ringing of the phone was always an annoying sound inside our house. Its loud and impatient sound had always made one of us scrambling to get it, dreading whoever  the caller is (if he or she is someone we wouldn't want to talk to). Though, at times, way back in high school, I would get all excited once the phone rings and I would always be volunteering to get it because it means an hour or so of usual girl talk with my friends. 

Just about an hour ago, the impatient ring of that phone rang inside our little house. I was in front of the laptop reading something from Wattpad and answered the ring. It was my uncle Eric and he's looking for my mom. My mom, apparently annoyed with my uncle for earlier petty reasons was hesitant at first to take the call but was soon talking intently to whoever took the phone from my uncle. I was engrossed with this particular story that I hadn't noticed the shift of mood of their conversation (though I can only one side of it). When my mom hung up, she told me a very grave news. 

My Uncle Boying died earlier this day at 6pm. It was a shock for me. I didn't expect his previous situation will lead to this. In my previous blog post, I recounted that I'm happy I've made the choice of visiting him instead of going to a birthday party. Indeed I am. At least, I've had a moment with him even just for a short time. He is my uncle that I've known all my life but I haven't known at all. I'm glad that I've been there to comfort him, holding his hands and sympathizing. During those times, I always believed that he could make it. He'd been through a lot already and I know he, and we all have undying faith in Him. 

I remember his words of thanks to the Lord while I was holding his hands. I know that death is a sad thing. We have to go through a lot of mourning and adjustments. But I know that he is with our Heavenly Father right now. We may have regrets -my father and sister, even my brother hadn't been there in his sickbed, and I know we are all sad to see him go but he will always be with us and even in the future. 

I want to quote something from an article by Elder Russell M. Nelson on Ensign May 1992 called 'Doors of Death'. (Read full article here.)

Death separates “the spirit and the body [which] are the soul of man.” (D&C 88:15.) That separation evokes pangs of sorrow and shock among those left behind. The hurt is real. Only its intensity varies. Some doors are heavier than others. The sense of tragedy may be related to age. Generally the younger the victim, the greater the grief. Yet even when the elderly or infirm have been afforded merciful relief, their loved ones are rarely ready to let go. The only length of life that seems to satisfy the longings of the human heart is life everlasting.

And that life everlasting is made possible.  I know, all of us had accepted this fact already. My Uncle had lived a great and full life here on earth with his family and all of us. The hurt is real but so is our faith. I know that God will comfort his loved one to help us through the grief and I know that soon we all can be reunited with our Father in Heaven. I'll always remember him as the one who holds my hand, giving comfort as he needs it as well as his unfailing faith.



Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Sunday Visit

August 21, 2011-

I was supposed to attend Sam's (my high school friend) 18th birthday celebration. Her birthday's really August 18, but the celebration's last Sunday. However, something came up. My tito Boying (my granfather's junior in mama's side) has been confined in Antipolo Doctors Hospital and since my father wouldn't be able to accompany my mother to visit him, I did. I was actually glad that I've made this choice because I discovered that some drinking's involved in that party. Though I would love to celebrate with them and be there for my friend on her day, I know that it wouldn't be a good atmosphere.

I never felt that depressed whenever I'm at hospitals. In novels that I've read, they described such place as dreadful, with death lurking at every corner. The only unpleasant thing I've noticed about hospitals is their smell. It smells like rust and some chemicals. Moments ago, I would gladly agree to the dreadful feeling hospitals emit but then, my mind's other side argued that that's not all there is. Life is also celebrated in hospitals: birth, success in operations and surgeries, etc. 

Our visit went well. He's doing great physically though he still needs some tests. He couldn't recognize us though and he would only respond to my Aunt Lucy's (his wife) words. He likes to hold something in his hand for him to squeeze. Most of the time, it would be our hands. By the end of our visit, I was the one holding his hands and tending him while the adults are talking. I then realized that I've hadn't known most of my relatives by heart. I sat there, him squeezing my hands thinking that I've never known my own blood and roots. The least I could do is stay beside him and smile at him whenever he looks at me intently. The way he's squeezing my hand is really comforting: a soothing massage that he unconsciously did on my both hands. The situation would have looked funny on the surface but a hard cold fact is right in front of my eyes. I feel so sad about my uncle's situation as well as his family and knowing that we could not help them financially but through our sincerest prayers. Its depressing. It keeps my mom up all night, probably thinking over these things and among other problems too. My other relatives are hurting as well. My aunt is even willing to give him up now, if God willed it to be. I know that he share the same views as well. During our entire visit, all he says is: "Hallelujah! Praise you Lord Jesus!". I think this is some kind of plea but I think it means surrender to His will as well and an expression of gratitude. I know that if God willed it to be, we all have to accept it. But I still hope that soon, I would find myself celebrating life in the hospital.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

AHBL

There past few weeks, I always find myself in front of the laptop, in the middle of the night, with the rest of my family asleep already. I've been sleeping at like 2AM in the morning since last Wednesday. Take for example at this moment, it's exactly 1AM and I much as I want to hit the bed soon, I can't. I know I'm having this bad sleeping habits which would make me wake up later at noon. I don't know why am I even writing about this, its just that I know I have to change this. All I did online if I weren't blogging or writing or doing something important was to read which is of course me passion but it's breaking loose. I can't control the time I spend reading online anymore. I make up lot's of excuses already. :(( And this day alone, I've been online for over 10 hours already. :(( I just realized that. Oh my. What. Is. Happening. To. Me.

I promise myself to do something really productive tomorrow. I have to put this in writing because I wouldn't be able to accomplish it if I don't. I need all the luck I could get. *sigh

PS. AHBL is 'All Hell Breaking Loose'. It's from a Sarah Dessen book that I've read months ago.

Amanda Grange's Mr. Darcy's Diary

Plot: Do I really have to tell you? Who haven't heard about one of the greatest literary works ever by Jane Austen? Oh well. This book is practically 'Pride and Prejudice' only with Mr. Darcy's POV. Its just about the unlikely romance between the wealthy and obviously a high-class Fitzwilliam Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet of a normal household and without connections which during the turn of 19th century (the story's setting) is really unacceptable. At Pride and Prejudice, it centers on what happen in Lizzy's life and how she began hating the man and soon realizing that her speculations are wrong and then falling in love with the man that surprises everyone because of much hatred she'd shown before. However, Grange's work focuses of Mr. Darcy, on how he struggle to get away with his feelings for the woman because of his obvious distaste for her family. But he need not feign any longer because love transcends such boundaries.


Review: Jane Austen had made every lady who've read PaP giddy just with her words and cutting out what most romance fiction have nowadays. In short, its pure classic. But Grange's work is amazing because it gives us what we all want. More romance. And I really enjoyed reading the book. I read books written in the same diary-type of way but this book is by far the best. It never strayed away from the original story and it gives us a glimpse of what's running inside our protagonist's head. Darcy is such a sweet man. At first, he cares too much about what would his reputation be if Mrs. Bennet became his mother-in-law and if he'd get to have Lizzy's younger sisters as sisters-in-law. He's full of himself and he thinks that his first proposal to Elizabeth would be accepted. I wouldn't blame Elizabeth of course with what she saw in the surface and what she heard in their first meeting but still, she'd judged. What's wrong with Darcy, on the other hand, is that he keeps on denying his feelings at first. But in the end, they got over their pride and prejudices and lived happily ever after. (forgive me, I'm overwhelmed.) Anyway, back to his diary, I find it amazing that the conversations are in tact even the long ones. That's one easy mistake to make but I wont take it against the author because she did really great. I liked how she pen the things running inside Darcy's head and how she added some fun and more romance in the end. I liked the way Elizabeth is being describe and how the author didn't change Austen's characters' nature. It'd be cool if she had added just a few bits in it in the end and make the span somehow closer to the ending in PaP. But altogether I enjoyed it. It made me really all kilig inside and I was up most of the night thinking of when My Mr. Darcy will come... ♥♥

Below are few of Darcy's thoughts. Read the book. Highly recommended for Austen's fans.

...I thought that, if there was one person in the room I should like to see dancing, it was she.
...if i wish to admire Miss Elizabeth Bennet, I shall do so, and not all Caroline's sallies on fine eyes ans mothers-in law will prevent me.
...Is she a sphinx sent to torment me? She must be, for my thoughts are not usually so poetic.

Another thing to share. I know it wouldn't surprise you to know that I've watch the PaP film with Keira Knightly for IDK-what times already (I even own an original VCD) but it was always the English version. I don't know there's an American one with a different and much better ending until recently. And kinilig talaga ako. :)) Watch it here and giggle all you want :))

NOTE: Please forgive me for grammar errors. There's alot I know. (even on my other posts) but i'm too tired and lazy to correct them. :))

Friday, August 19, 2011

C'est La Vie

My all new blog is here!

Just hours ago, this blog features a background of a book with a couple of its pages shaped a hearts. The page is too colorful for my taste (even though I find it really pretty at first) so I decided to change it. And ergo the new one! Hahaha. The background was from Blogger itself. I just randomly clicked an image and it worked. Amazing.

I also changed the blog title. Previously, it was "Its not Eu. Its Me." but its too personal so i changed it to a French phrase, "C'est La Vie" (Such is Life/That's Life). I was so Vanessa Carlton inspired today, so I named my blog from her song of the same title. I originally plan on making it "Nolita Fairytale" but that seems to suggest something and I've never been to Nolita anyway. The blog description was now "its all too sweet to last". Its a line from Carlton's White Houses. And I also changed the Url. It now reads Chez Eu instead of its previous Its Eu. The new url has some french tinge in it (just like the title). In english it means "Eu's".


First Impressions


FIRST IMPRESSIONS are always sweet to remember... but be sure to know the person better, so you can judge no longer!!

That was my status in Facebook 22 hours ago. I didn't expect my college friends and I to have this first-impressions talk this soon but I'm glad we did. We were in IC-BG yesterday waiting for our prof and other classmates when Ynigma suddenly had this talk of our first impressions of everyone. Most people do the same thing of course. Every first day of classes, we always have first impression of everyone and soon right after we'd known each other better, we'll tell each other about these previous impressions and we're sure to laugh about it. And we did. Most of our impressions does not really match our real personalities aside from the few correct ones. The downside was, their first impression about me. It didn't actually come as a real shock to me because that had been what others thought of me at first since high school: that i'm MATARAY. Well, I actually can't blame them because I sometimes don't feel like being friendly. And I have these really annoying eyebrows that look like they're always raised (like what mean girls do) which adds to their speculations. But, I swear! Once people get to know me better, they'll eat their first impressions just like what Ynigma did. But at times they still argue that I really am a snob. Hahahaha. :))

It's so sweet to laugh about these things with friends and oftentimes we realize that there's more to a person that what we see on the surface. I feel like I've known these people forever and I certainly hope I will. :))

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

I Swear



What one might thought of a blissful life,
Could be something that shouldn’t be treated light.
One could get over the sense of rue,
If she tried to seek what’s new.
Would you still consider living a life,
Where everyone tells you what’s right.
Depending on others to decide for you,
And secretly wanting to be someone else too.
Would you let a person into your life,
Who swears to love you with all his might.
A man so true to you, would you sue?
Or choose to live a life untrue?

A few minutes ago, I decided to change my story description of 'I Swear' at Miss Lits (see link on the side bar) and I still don't know how the story will grow and eventually end so I decided to make a poem instead. My thoughts are in circles right now... i hope this story will be great. :) Good evening to all.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Shakespeare On The "O"

Shakespeare on the “O”

I. Conflict
Hugo Goulding was always overshadowed by his teammate Odin James, more commonly known as “O”, the only African-American in their school. O was always the hero of their basketball games. He is also very much loved by many particularly their coach, Duke Goulding , who happens to be Hugo’s father. He is also the boyfriend of the school’s most popular girl, Desi Brable, the Dean’s daughter. These things about O led Hugo to seek for O’s destruction and take away everything from him even if it means sacrificing other people’s lives.

II. Symbolisms/Metaphors
1. SCARF – symbolizes treachery at the time that Emily stole it for Hugo to use it against O. It also symbolizes jealousy when Bianca learned that’s its from Desi and when O thought Desi gave to Michael.
2. GUN – it symbolizes being self-centered. The characters used it for their own gain, excluding Odin who used it because of too much hatred for himself for what he had done.
3. BASKETBALL – it is life’s game. We sometimes lose, sometimes we win.
4. O – the movie title itself. It does not only pertain to Odin but a circle that has no end. Everything in our lives comes in full circle: joy, sorrow, peace, betrayal, trust, and so forth.
5. DEATH – the death of many characters in the movie led to what Hugo most desires, attention. But not in the way he would have wanted it to be. It also symbolizes a new beginning for him to feel some remorse for what he had done.

III. How were the characters played up?
The characters in the story were played up by their desires to have or be able to do something that lead them to a tragic fate.
  • Hugo – his desire to be loved and have everything O did have that he did plot against him.
  • Odin – his desire to be Desi’s only true love that he went back doing his old thing
  • Roger – his his desire to be  Desi’s that he did what Hugo asked him to do
  • Coach Duke – his desire of training someone like O that he took less notice of his son
  • Michael – his desire to return to the team that he took Hugo’s advice
  • Desi – her desire to help Michael with his dilemma
  • Emily – her desire to impress her boyfriend by betraying her best friend

IV. Theme
The theme is mainly about desire: Hugo’s desire to destroy Odin; Odin desire not to be cheated; Michael’s desire to go back to the team; Roger’s desire for Desi; Emily’s desire for Hugo and so forth. These desires to obtain something made them look on things blindly. They begin hating each other, believing pretenses, suspecting and plotting against each other and killing.


Note: This was my paper back in Junior Year. We were studying Shakespeare and our group was assigned to watch the film "O" starring Josh Harnett. The film was based on Shakespeare's Othello. I haven't read that particular play nor have I watched the whole film. Hahahaha. There's a little bit of cheating done here because our group just discussed the plot for we don't have time to watch the whole film. We only watched bits of it. Besides, I made sure that my work would be authentic. I remember my teacher asking if internet's involved in this paper. Yes, it is- in parts about the story but the theme, the symbolisms and other opinions are really from my own shell! haha. I'm actually glad that I came up with the idea of "O" as a symbolism. My inspiration for that was Miley Cyrus' Full Circle song. Hahaha. 

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

My Heart Is Not Here At All


My Heart Is Not Here At All
           
Solitude is defined as the state of being solitary or being alone. Loneliness, isolation and seclusion always come with this term.  It is very funny how a person whose got company all the time craves for solitude and solitary people wants to have some company. Many people had known solitude as lack of contact with people only, but there’s really more to it than that. People that usually look for solitude do it for them to meditate, to find peace and to be detached from every day’s tensions. But sometimes, even if we’re not looking for it, solitude finds us.
            In an Irish ballad, Slievenamon (Woman of the Mountain), it says, “Alone, all alone by the wave washed strand, all alone in a crowded hall. The hall it is gay, and the waves they are grand, but my heart is not here at all.” Although our surroundings is gay and we’re surrounded by a lot of people we often find ourselves alone, though we may not be standing on a mountain as the song implies. There are al lot of us who feel this way. Charly Chaplain, a devoted comedian had given one of saddest quotes ever: “I always like walking in the rain, so no one would see me crying.” I think though he’s a very much successful comedian, always around with people and making them happy he’s got his own problems and always able to pour out his feelings when he’s alone, in the rain.
            Those people who crave for company are those who are lonely. They always find themselves alone or out of place. I believed it is our sole responsibility to make them feel welcomed and belong. People might sometimes want to be solitary but not for a long time. As the saying goes: no man is an island. We need people to take care of us and love us.
As for me, I never did feel solitary without wanting it. I am always surrounded by people I loved and people I enjoyed being with. It’s always been like that for me. However, there are times when I want solitude just to burst out my feelings and find peace; to reflect on my life if I’m doing well and to ask for guidance to the Lord. Life is a big waste if it would be spent all by yourself.
           
 NOTE: My essay during Junior year, its obviously about 'Solitude'. This is in accordance to our lesson on Alexander Pope's 'Ode on Solitude' (see below). I've read the thing about the Slievenamon in a book by Nora Roberts. I'm among the top scorers in this one, and my teacher asked me to read it in class which is rare :)) 

But to sum up this essay with my life right now: "We occasionally find solitary moments in our lives and some moments too crowded for our taste, but the trick is to enjoy. Savor the moment alone, read a book with no disturbances, eat like a pig 'cause no one's watching and do everything you want (as long as its legal. hahaha). However, in moments when you are with people, enjoy talking to them, make connections and reconnect with old friends. Never lose a connection with someone.... Life should not be lived alone."

So, I don't know what made me say those words, haha. But they're there, just flowing from my mind to my fingers and down to the screen. Amazing, eh?

Anyway, Ode on Solitude's below. :))

Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.

Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.

Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye

Beyond The Clouds

Beyond The Clouds
By Eunice L. Saldivar, II- Euclid

Have you ever been in an airplane ride? If ever you had, you will notice that airplanes fly above the clouds. This is very necessary for us to have a smooth ride. Nevertheless, to reach beyond these clouds, it takes the airplane great force to pass thru the turbulence and to go against the gravity. Soon as the plane had passed thru these, you will experience the ideal airplane ride.

It is very funny how this principle could be applied in our lives. You will see that life provide us with great challenges of our time that we have to deal with in order to reach beyond the clouds. We have to fight all of these and help each other’s on theirs as well. Mostly, these problems come within our adolescence because our choices in this stage have a great effect on our future. We will never know.

We are now in the 20th century. There are too many influences in our lives. Too many changes had happened too, in our culture, in our attitudes, in things we give importance to and mostly to the way, we see life.

That is the problem with our youth at the present time. The way they see life is really has a great difference from the youth before. Today, our youth faces many challenges that really test their strength. Too many influences also has a great effect on  them.

Nowadays, whenever you were not equipped with these latest gadgets, you will get out of place. Well, probably you have already heard about these latest gadgets that our youth are longing to have. PSP’s, cellphones, IPods, mp3players, laptops; those are they. Wherever you look, you will see many people handling those: mostly youth. 

One more thing is that youth idolizes many celebrities in our time and even imitate the way they dress. You will see an entire lot of them. Whenever you asked them about this star, they will answer you with the whole lot of their knowledge. They also know all of these latest songs. They can surely recite the exact lyrics of these. Yet, when it comes to education and literacy, they will just stare at you uninterestedly.

Well, don’t you mess up with these youth too! Because if ever you will, not that you will be in trouble but you will be smeared with many harmful words that you will wish had never existed. I cannot really imagine where they had learned these but this problem is keeping on growing. Even children of very early age are very much included in these.

There also come the youth’s problems with their family. Many youth value their friends more than their family. We are also very much aware of the youth who ran away from their homes not even acknowledging the entire thing their family had done for them. Here now comes the rules of the so-called EMO. It is short-termed for emotional. It is very popular in our youth who got problems in their families.

These problems may be very alarming. But are you now ready for the worst?  There is no such thing as the worstest for early matrimony among the youth. It comes thru early relationships itself. This is very common nowadays. Still, even though man are in this case, you still cannot say that it is right.

I never did understand why these things happen. I never did figure out why the youth is very much involved with this. What is there to gain? Why would anyone want something like this?

These may to be a lot to take in but it is for real. Let us not be blinded by things in our environment. Do you still remember what did our national hero once said? ‘The youth is the hope for our nation’. This is true. The youth, we, are the key. We should not be deceived by these modern inventions, we should always live our lives by the who we really are, we should love our family and take good care of them, and lastly, we should give importance to thing we have and not to take it for granted.

There seems to be a lot of thing for us to pass before we get beyond the clouds. One thing is certain, once you are already there it is all worth it.



NOTE: My speech during Sophomore year. The topic was about Youth Degeneration. The idea about the turbulence was from an article in the Liahona, i forgot which issue it is. It was chosen to be the piece to be use by my classmate who's gonna represent our class in a competition. Reading it once again, I have lots of things I want to change about this speech. Anyway, I wouldn't want to tamper with it. When I delivered it in class I got a grade of 96, the second to the highest (because the highest was the one who participated in the competition). And the piece was also awarded 3rd place during the competition. I know by the greatest standards this is weak... But hey, I was 13 that time. :)) Hahaha.