JADED

            I have always been enrolled in different Catholic schools since I started studying at the age of 5. Aside from my mother, my teachers and nuns from the school taught me prayers to communicate with God. We would start and en d each class with a prayer (excluding the morning prayers done during the morning assembly) and pray the rosary every Wednesday morning. We celebrate mass every first Friday of the month and during important occasions of the school.

            I have nothing against what they make us do. I am really into it actually. Aside from the leisure of less class hours, it makes me practice my religion since I am not really active in Church.

            We have Religion and GMRC classes twice and once a week respectively. The life and death of Jesus Christ, the Sacraments and the history of Religion are what my teachers repeatedly discussed all throughout my high school years as they try to imbibe morality and values in our minds.  They teach us what is right and wrong not only in the eyes of God, but in the eyes of society as well.  We were always in a close watch as they observe our every move. A simple mistake can mean a long sermon from the principal or the prefect of discipline if you are lucky, suspension if otherwise.

            They would dictate what we ought to do and not to do. Skirts should be at least two inches below the knee, no dangling earrings, blue, white and black are the only allowed colours of hairclips to be used, in short — they dictate our every move. Very little freedom is given to us.

            I remembered they used to forbid us of having boyfriends and girlfriends because they are pointing out that we were still too young back then to be committed in a relationship. I agree on this because I believe that only a few relationships work in an early age. But, the nuns were the one who shows us the true art of flirting. Every time a priest comes over our school, the nuns would ogle at him and treat him with exuberance. Every time they do this, thoughts like ‘they are flirting with the priest’ would run in the back of my mind. It seems like what they’re doing contradicts everything that they teach us.

….tinatamad na ko tapusin. hehehe.. 

What does it take to be a superhero?

Berenice Oliver

BSIE 2005-43758

CL30

‘With great power comes great responsibility’

-Spiderman I

            What does it take to be called a superhero?  Do you need to have the ability of flying or leaping from one building to another effortlessly to be considered a hero?  Are the costumes and capes a pre-requisite to save the day?

            Movies and television shows portray heroes as people having the body of a god and powers of a supernatural being. They are good-looking, strong; possess irresistible charm and everything that a person could ask for. But behind their perfection is a flaw that causes their downfall. For Superman, kryptonite is his only weakness, Spiderman has his dark side and The Hulk is destructive when he gets angry.

            Kids when asked who they want to be as a superhero would answer Superman and Spiderman. They even ask their parents to spend a lot of money for costume just so that they could imitate their favourite hero.  No one would answer they want to be a policeman, fireman, doctor or any common person that too saves lives but does not possess any extraordinary abilities. They believe that being just like everybody else diminishes the appeal of being a hero.

            Jason is a nobody compared to the people surrounding him in the Argo. Everybody possesses a quality that makes them a superhero and stand out amidst the crowd. Compassion and the ability of talking people into doing things for him makes him an exemption. He has proved that intelligence is more important than brute and force to defeat an enemy. Using the brain is more effective than wielding the sword and the shield.  Jason is a born leader. He has the ability of empowering his subordinates and encouraging them to do what they’re supposed to do and finish the tasks at hand.

            Jason, just like anybody else has his flaws and imperfections. One of his flaws that I noticed throughout the story is his weakness for women. He falls out of love with them as fast and as easy as he falls in love with their beauty. His charm makes him irresistible to women and he can make Medea fall in love with him with just the use of words to flatter her, even without the aid of Cupid.

            Infidelity is common to all the men I know. They don’t seem to be contented with just having one woman and they aim to collect and collect, and then select, then collect some more. I still haven’t met anybody who has given his loyalty and faithfulness to with whom he is committed to right now.  Jason married Medea and promised her a life filled with love and joys, but broke his promise by being infidel towards her thus, causing his downfall and ruin.

Moral of the story? Hell has no fury like a woman scorned.

it got me into thinking….

**’A person’s heart beats twice in one cardiac cycle… figuratively, it beats for itself and for another person. Maybe that’s why doctors claim a third beat as abnormal…
it is called cardiac arrythmia.

* the thought just crossed my mind. wala po akong pinapatamaan.

err… pissed off

errrr.. bat sobrang nababanas ako today?! shoot.. agahan ko sermon ng lola ko.. potel. walang consideration. i have an exam at 1130. major pa un, tas ginanun pa ko?! naman oh,, tas ung stupid FX driver pa pinaglakad pa ko ng malayo. potek.. kaya nga ako nag fx para hindi na malayo ung lalakarin papuntang mRT diba?! naman oh… nayayamot talaga ako.. errr… kinakabahan pa ko sa exam mamaya. tas may exam na naman bukas… kamusta naman un!?

JULY 18 - a promising day

  Today is July 18… If things and events were any different,. i would probably be excited and sooooo happy today..     Anyway.. I don’t have class today and i promised myself i will study for my exams next week. I have too many backreadings, reaction papers, powerpoint presentation and problems to solve for statics and statistics. HAGGARD? Tell me about it…

    1/2= FULFILLED/MASAYA
    1/4 = depressed(minsan)
    1/4 = STRESSED

Words of Wisdom

IF LOVE IS A GAME, I DEMAND A REMATCH…

*something that i got from my CWTS Student 

Dead or Alive

i feel alive, yet i feel dead at the same time…
i am soooo uninspired.
i don’t feel like doing anything. not even studying.
i just want to sleep and rest and block all the thoughts that enters my mind..

i wish a speeding car would hit me and leave me dead on the spot.
things will be much easier if that happens.

Ang Basura *bow*

i would just like to quote Mommy Pi:
‘ANG BASURA, TINAPON MO NA NGA

PUMULOT NA NAMAN NG BASURA.

DAPAT BINABAON SILA PAREHO.’

hehe… ang galing mo talaga mommy pi! hahahahaah.

Imperfection Makes Them Love ME More

Imperfection Makes Them Love Me More

    Sibling rivalry is inevitable between brothers and sisters. Competition starts at an early age and winning and being the best is what matters the most. Having two siblings and being the middle child made my life a constant struggle to be the apple of my parents’ eyes. I did my best to stand out and outdo my brother and my sister.

    The Three Little Pigs is a story of three siblings who went on living on their own and building their own houses. It was not a contest of who made the most attractive or beautiful house, but rather a competition of who made the sturdiest and wolf-free house. The two younger pigs made their houses as effortlessly as they can so that they will have more time to play. The third pig being the oldest and wisest among the three, planned carefully on how to outsmart the wolf.

    I don’t agree that the oldest child is always the smartest nor is he the most responsible among the siblings. In my case, I have been more responsible and studious that my older sister. I have achieved much more than she did. I guess I should have been the ‘ate’ in our family.

    Thinking of all I’ve done to win my parents’ approval, it is only now that I realized that those achievements are only superficial and an attempt to prove to my relatives that I am way, way better than their favorite apo and pamangkin, which is my sister. Yes I have successfully won awards and recognitions, but I still couldn’t win their love.

    Careful planning and smart thinking will make you win over a stronger opponent – this is what the story wants to tell the young readers. Sometimes, brutality and force is not the way for you to triumph over an enemy. Violence is not always the answer. Our national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal used his brains to defeat the Spaniards. He proved that the pen is mightier that the sword with his patriotic novels and essays. I wish I could be as patriotic and as prolific, and as smart as him. I wish I could hurt my enemies with words instead of using a punch or a kick, because I believe that words can make deeper wounds than a knife can.

    I may not be the best daughter or sister in the world, but I certainly tried and did my best to be one. Fights, tears and anger were always an obstacle in showing them that I can be a good, if not the best, daughter. Words are not enough to express my gratitude to them for understanding and accepting me for who I am. My imperfection is what made them love me more. Because, if I am perfect, how can they do their job as my parents or as my siblings?