Tuesday, February 26, 2008

odd TUESDAY night..

It's 10:50 in the evening. Just a typical Tuesday night with a touch of cold air coming from my pink and dusty electric fan.


I am listening to the music being played.,

.,ohhh baby i love your way..everyday..yeaheyeah.,
i wanna be with you night and day...

I am so pre-occupied with things..lots of things..

exams..
papers..
money matters..
personal problems..

I continue to listen to the music...

FORGETFUL LUCY is being played!
How I wish i could just be like her--FORGETFUL!

I am scrolling my phone...

Gallery..images...image 10858
a picture of my friemds...
ohh!!! how I love and adore them so much!

I feel tired now...sleepy.. and a bit weedy..

Should I turn-off the music?
Should I turn-off the lights first then the music?
Should I turn-off the music and leave the lights on?
Should I turn-off the lights and let the music bring me to sleep?
Should I turn-off both?
Should I Leave both things on?

I remember now!!!
..how stupid!

I can't sleep having the lights oFF!!!
I am afraid of the dark..

Then...
I put-off the.....

GOOD NIGHT..

zzzZZZzZZZZZZ.....

Sunday, February 24, 2008

...????

.,what can you say about Philip..??
(the guy with the blue polo shirt..)



















































Saturday, February 23, 2008

ORDINARY yet ONE OF A KIND.,



I have a father who is very much hard-working and a mother who is willing to stay-up all day, just to make sure she gets enough money from selling goods, for my brother and I to have money to spend for school.

Isn’t it amazing to have parents like mine? I’m just so proud of it because not all of us are lucky enough to be molded with such ordinary parents yet one of a kind. I feel so fortunate to have grown up under their supervision having the good outlook and perspective which seems to fit life and its existence.

I could still recall the time when my father decided to stop working in the steel company he’s into because of some issues about the company’s standing. I was so upset because I was so afraid I had to stop studying believing that we would’nt have enough income anymore to be able to send my brother and I to school. But I was surprised, so as my brother, when they still sent us to school, and from there I was able to realize how ordinary yet one of a kind they really are. I could say that, that was our lowest point ever where we really stick to spend money only to the things that we really…really…really needed. And that was really hard,..not that I am used to spend money luxuriously, but I just can’t imagine how harsh and unfair that was for me, not being able to buy even just a beautiful bag or a fine-looking peice of fancy jewelry..considering these possessions to be unnecessary. Oh!!! That was really stinging and memorable. But I’m okay now. I don’t care if we don’t have all the riches in the world because as time passes by, as my life continues its journey through life, I am able to realize that our bond as a family is the real treasure, the original pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. I don’t need to look back on the ugly memories that my family and I had, coz they would just depress and do no good to me but, I could still use the past for me to be a fine person. I will, with no hesitations and doubts, imitate what my beloved parents did those many times when we were so down and fully had nothing to grasp to. That way, I could also give my future family the life that I have now.,not so much with riches and luxuries but is jam-packed with non-material riches and possessions like love and knowledge which I got from my ordinary yet one of a kind parents.

I really am very thankful to God for giving me the kind of parents that i have now.,one is hard-working and the other one is willing to do anything and everything for me and my brother.,.isn't that remarkable.,???
Let us all be proud of our parents.,let us devote even just a short moment of our time to be with them and show them and let them feel how gratified we are to have them us our parents. Let us practice what they preach us about life and about the world.,in this case.,they would also feel lucky for having us as their children knowing that we are practicing what they taught us. Making them feel our love is the best way to let them know that we are satisfied to have them.
:)

Friday, February 22, 2008

tHe PatTerN of DEATH.,



I wonder why poets, artists, writers and those who are considered to be the people of literature and the arts desire death so much. They yearn for death in a great deal that they want to make it theirs and they crave to be always near it. I really have this thought for a very long time already, since I encountered poems of known poets and writers who long for death in an eccentric way. I mean, I am only a "normal" person who loves to daydream and considers yearning for something or someone, but as I could recall, there was never a time that I desire death and long for it in any range of imagination.
I am actually an English Major student and I am proud to say that I am learning so many things because of this course, particularly in literature. But of all of the things that we've discussed and encountered, I came to notice the recurring theme among the works of literature which is DEATH.
Many writers or poets would usually say death is beautiful and some would consider that if life had lost its sense .,the only key, as they would say,.for life to bring back its sense would be DEATH. See?...isn't it weird..?? Why is it that they find so much desire and pleasure in the presence of death??? WHY..??
Well, I am not against it..I am just bewildered by the relationship between death and these people. Why these people??? Why not ordinary ones like teachers, engineers, singers, dancers, and etc.,??? Why typically the ones who are writers, poets or artists.,??? Yes, there are probably some teachers, singers, or ordinary people who also desire death to the extent like these artists but why is there a pattern... mostly constituted by the people of literature and the arts???
If you happen to know exactly the reason behind this issue or pattern.,please do explicate it to me thoroughly so as i could have a clear thought about the correlation between death and poets...



:)enx..

Thursday, February 21, 2008

A Comparative Analysis on “The Story of An Hour” and “Penelope’s Despair

In this analysis, we are going to give focus on the underlying things that we don’t have any control of, the conflicts, disunities and gaps by relating to the two literary pieces namely, “The Story of An Hour” and “Penelope’s Despair”.

"The Story of an Hour" has probably inspired a great deal of women to oppose their husbands if they feel like their marriage isn’t quite as jolly as it ought to be. This short-story revolves around what goes through a person’s head when informed that a close family member has perished.
Louise Mallard, the protagonist of the story, is a young, yet married woman who suffers from heart trouble, and that is why her closest relatives feel that they have to break the news to her as gently as possible. After hearing the news about the tragedy her husband got involved to, she started crying and stormed immediately to her room where she stayed for a long moment of time. At the early parts of the story, readers actually are not given any hints of the feelings of Louise regarding her husband’s death. Readers probably would expect her to weep hard because of agony and pain, but it is narrated in the story that after getting inside her room, Louise just sat comfortably in a roomy armchair. Readers would have expected her to smash the chair and destroy all the things inside her room, brought about by the pain of loosing a loved one, but what happened was the other thing around. She just sat there and faced the open window studying the nature outside it and feeling the spring air on her cheeks.

"The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves."

All these images are beautiful descriptions of life that is so much ironic to the gloomy news of the death of Louise’s husband. But as portrayed in the story, Louise was not feeling gloomy at all. She was in fact happy for her husband’s death. As Chopin puts it:

"She said it over and over under her breath: ’free, free, free!”

This feeling; freedom, is obviously something Louise hasn’t felt for a really long time. She now rambles on about that she loved him, but now she is perfectly happy and more than that with the fact that she had regained her freedom.

But on the latter part of the story, it turned out to be very ironic for the protagonist’s side. Louise’s husband Brenty was in fact very alive and even had no knowledge of the said accident that was associated to him. And spotting her supposedly dead husband again makes Louise’s heart condition unstable, and she dies momentarily. This is undoubtedly the climax of the plot, although the situation is in the very end of the story. Chopin’s use of words in the end of the short-story is pretty neat:
"When the doctors came they said that she had died of heart disease - of joy that kills."

Now then, the reader can without doubt say that the title itself really makes sense - it describes the one hour she spends dreaming about her new life in freedom, from getting the incorrect death message until tragically passing away herself. There is really the presence of the irony of life and fate since Louise’s dreams eventually took a wrong turn and turned out to become her destiny which is death.

On the other hand the poem, “Penelope’s Despair” talks about a woman who gets upset because of the return of his husband who turns out to be like a dirty disgusting beggar after being far away for 20 years. In this poem, gothic elements are used to show despair, simile to illustrate disdain, and irony to example foolishness. These techniques enable Ritsos to develop a character in Penelope who in her level of distress is more rounded than Tennyson's flat "aged wife." Several components of a gothic story are present in this poem and are used to help define the narrator's anguish.

The author uses gothic vocabulary such as "dim light" and "cunning" to create Penelope as a distressed woman. Penelope's distress is also displayed by her actions when she "fell speechless to the floor" and her newfound unhappiness and lost love is shown when the narrator describes her "as if looking at her own dead desires" it is very apparent in this poem that Penelope is experiencing hopelessness after seeing the beggar-like individual standing before her.

Both literary works are to be considered as master pieces that are being treasured through time and generation. As for the comparative approach, we can deduce that both have the same root of issue that is very visible for the readers.

In the story of Louise Mallard, it was shown that the woman wasn’t happy at all of her husband’s return from the dead. She instead died because of too much happiness caused by her, believing to be free because of her husband’s death. On the other part, Penelope got disappointed and distressed because of the unexpected return of her husband who turned out to be like a dirty old beggar after 20 years.

It is very apparent that both stories contain two women who have the same life situations of being distraught and disappointed of their husband’s return. The other died which was eventually the reverse of destiny itself; the other had a cold welcome which is very indifferent for behavior for a wife to do to her husband who got lost into battle for more than a decade.

Back in 1894, the American writer Kate Chopin wrote the short-story "The Story of an Hour". Chopin, born O’Flaherty, wasn’t renowned as a writer during her time, but she has achieved recognition in the 20th century especially with her 1899 novel "The Awakening". Her stories about strong women have really been paid attention to in relation to this century’s sexual liberation debate.

This short-story revolves around what goes through a person’s head when informed that a close family member has perished. However, I wouldn’t say that this is the theme of the story, which I’ll get back to. Louise Mallard is a young, yet married woman who suffers from heart trouble, and that’s why her closest relatives feel that they have to break the news to her as gently as possible. Immediately after hearing the shocking news, Louise starts crying, and storms into her room. Since Louise spends the majority of the short-story in her room, this is the setting of the story. No one really knows early in the story how Louise really feels about her husband's death. But the author certainly gives some evident hints.

The fourth paragraph’s content, which revolves around the period of time where Louise has just entered her room, is fairly surprising. Everyone would expect Louise to weep with agony and pain, but instead she sits calmly down: "There stood, facing an open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair." The interested reader will already here discover that something is terribly wrong, since a word like comfortable is used. A newly widdowed woman would probably not look upon a chair as comfortable shortly after receiving the terrible news; the most likely reaction would rather be to smash the chair into pieces! From her position in the armchair, she suddenly starts studying the nature outside the window: "The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves." All these descriptions are beautiful images of life, making the reader quite confused until Louise’s reaction is explained. As Chopin puts it: "She said it over and over under her breath: ’free, free, free!’" This feeling; freedom, is obviously something Louise hasn’t felt for a really long time. She now rambles on about that she loved him, but now she is perfectly happy and more than that with the fact that she had regained her freedom. As Chopin puts it; "What could love (..) count for for in face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!" Louise now has more positive energy and vitality than ever, and even calls herself a "Goddess of victory". Her sister, Josephine, is worried about the amount of time Louise has spent in her room all alone, and anxiously knocks on the door, asking whether she’s alright. Feeling better than ever and imagining a new life filled with happiness and freedom, she willingly opens the door and descends down the stairs.

Josephine and Louise are, together with Brenty Mallard (her husband) and his friend Richards, the only characters mentioned by name in the short-story. And according to the guidelines in which a short-story optimately should follow, having few characters with personal traits is entirely correct. The author doesn’t tell a lot about Richards, but the other characters can be personalised easily. I won’t describe Louise here, since it’s fairly easy to decide what she’s like by reading the rest of the analysis. It seems to me like Josephine is a typical sister, and presumably the oldest of the two. She’s extremely worried when it comes to exposing Louise’s fragile heart to pressure and sudden shocks and surprises, which generally shows that she loves her sister wholeheartedly, and doesn’t want something bad to happen to her.

Apparently, Brenty doesn’t treat his wife particularly well. Louise is unhappy with her marriage, and doesn’t feel a bit free. Generally, women weren’t liberated during the 19th century. Traditionally, they did all the hard work in the house. Female liberation wasn’t put on the agenda until the 1960’s. But I think it’s all fair and square to say that Brenty lacks some humanitarian values that are important to be successfully married. The end of the short-story comes extremely surprising to the reader and is fairly unimaginable to Louise, hence her reaction. Her husband didn’t die in the railroad disaster after all; he stands at the bottom of the stairs, eagerly waiting to embrace his seemingly dear wife with love and compassion. The fact that Brenty returns is clearly the turn in the plot.

Spotting her supposedly dead husband again makes Louise’s heart condition unstable, and she dies momentarily. This is undoubtedly the climax of the plot, although the situation is in the very end of the story. Chopin’s use of words in the end of the short-story is pretty neat: "When the doctors came they said that she had died of heart disease - of joy that kills."’

I’d say that this short-story has a certain ironic feel to it. The way Louise handles the tragic news is ironic, because the reader expects her to react in an entirely different way. And to top it off, ironic-wise, Louise is the person that dies in the end. Kate Chopin has written the story using an omniscient point of view, which works well. Her style of writing is gripping, and she describes the characters and the scenery thoroughly well throughout the story. The fact that she uses an omniscient viewpoint but nevertheless saves the information that Brenty wasn’t a participant in the railroad accident at all until the end of the story shows that a story written using an all-knowing style doesn’t necessarily have to end predicably.

So now even the title of the short-story makes sence - it describes the one hour she spends dreaming about her new life in freedom, from getting the incorrect death message until tragically passing away herself. She lived in the true sense of the word, with will, ambition and joy, for one hour only. In my opinion, the theme of "The story of an hour" is that women that lived a hundred years ago didn’t feel free. They felt that they weren’t able to do what they wanted to, since their family duties took too much of their time. Another possible theme is the irony of fate, since Louise’s dreams eventually took a wrong turn and turned out to become her destiny.

Women had, as aforementioned, literally no rights whatsoever at the time this short-story was put on paper. The situation has changed almost dramatically today. This short-story was written at a time where it was common sense and tradition that women were inferior to men in status and opportunities. Today, women can be found almost everywhere; even in prominent positions in large corporations. They have struggled to achieve more opportunities and rights, and they’ve come a long way, but they haven’t quite reached their target. In the story, Louise desperately wants to get more freedom, but it’s once she thinks that her husband has died that she starts dreaming about it. That shows that she has an enormous respect for her husband, and doesn’t dare to do anything that breaks or is in variance with his rights, restrictions and groundrules. Today we have procedures and laws regarding women’s rights when it comes to feeling trapped in a marriage and urging to end it. Getting a divorce from one’s husband is about as easy for women nowadays as opening a can of beer. Nevertheless, Chopin’s story tells a lot about the situation women were in a century ago, and its morale has blossomed lately following the recent liberation debate. "The Story of an Hour" has probably inspired a great deal of women to oppose their husbands if they feel like their marriage isn’t quite as jolly as it ought to be.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

The Last of the Mohicans: Elements Further Explicated

Love and Romance

Many definitions are generally obtainable regarding love and romance and how it is possible to have an everlasting romantic love. But mostly, of these hundreds and thousands of definitions, 20 percent may be considered, personally speaking, as plausible.

Love isn’t just a feeling of want and like. It is for me, something mysterious and something that needs to be scrutinized profoundly for it to be wholly understood. It is something that tickles from this very moment and then later on aches after a single blink of the eye.

Love just like any other chances in this world chooses no one. It bumps to you right then and there without realizing how deeply troubled you are already and scared to fall in love.

In the story of the Mohicans, love is very visible among the lead characters who still find love in the verge of a disaster. It then proves that love chooses no one and chooses no day of the year whether it is third world war or not.

As for the characters, Uncas and Cora, who both find love in a situation where everyone would likely race their eyebrows. This is so because their relationship is a forbidden interracial coupling. But as everyone would say, love will find its way among all the circumstances it will undergo.

The story of the Mohicans does not only portray the war between the French and British colonizers but it also has a wonderful twist of love and romance present among the beautiful characters. The love and romance is even more emphasized because of the complicated situation and racial differences the characters have that might be a hindrance to their happy ending love affair.

Friendship

Most commonly, we often resort to friendship when we feel betrayal and unfaithfulness because of love.

Friendship is something that is very valuable, very precious, that even how grave a situation might be, as long as the friendship is true, it’ll always be there to comfort and ease the pain.

The very reason that I believe regarding the existence of friendship, is that, it is one of the resorting factors where we usually unburden the pain and soreness being felt by our hearts in times of grief and sorrow.

As for the story of the Mohicans, friendship can be seen through the link of Hawkeye and his Indian friends Chingachgook and Uncas. Apparently, Hawkeye belongs to a different race as that from Chingachgook and Uncas but Hawkeye exhibits friendship by making judgments without regard to race. In the way he exhibits friendship, he is able to create a link between the whites and the Indians and making it possible to see that both different people of different colors can still be friends and brothers.

Family

There’s no place like home as most of us say. As for the benefits it offers and for the shelter it gives, unquestionably, there is no place like home. But I consider that maxim to support my consideration having home as the best place to be and that reason is my family.

Aside from friendship as resorting factor, family is another thing we divulge to in times of grief and need. This is so because we feel secured and safe in the care of our family.
In the novel, we could see how family brings forth unity and how family can move mountains. We could recall how the daughters of Colonel Munro took risk to travel in the time of war just to see and be united with their father. Basing on this part of the story, we could see the intense and intimate bond that holds the family of Munro together. We could also simplify that family is the best trusted factor of confiding and the best shelter- giving aspect in the world. Seeing how both Cora and Alice struggled just to be with their father, gives the thought of having family as the most important aspect that an individual like us would really treasure and keep forever.

Also, we could see how a family unconditionally gives love just basing on the situation of Cora as half Negro and half sister of Alice. Alice unconditionally gives her love to Cora as her older sister without regarding the thought of being just half sisters. Acceptance and openness is exhibited and it brings forth the family to unity with a strong hold of love just like Munro’s family.

Race

In the novel, racial differences have really something to do in coping up with everyday life.

“The Hurons love their friends the Delawares. . . . Why should they not? They are colored by the same sun, and their just men will hunt in the same grounds after death. The redskins should be friends, and look with open eyes on the white men...”

Magua speaks these words in Chapter XXVIII in an attempt to race-bait and anger the Delaware council. In the novel, racist whites often argue for unity in the face of their sneaky foes, the Indians. Here, Magua uses the same argument against the whites. He argues that the same sun shines on all Indian cultures, and Indians should unite against the untrustworthy white men. Magua turns the stereotype on its head by suggesting that the Indians, not the whites, have something to fear from a shiftless race.

Cooper presents Magua’s words as nothing more than a calculated attempt to stir up the emotions of the Delawares. However, outside the world of the novel, Magua’s words take on another meaning. Cooper wrote during a time when the U.S. government carried out a policy of exterminating Native American peoples. Although Magua speaks from personal malice, the words he speaks should be heeded by all Indians who must live in fear of the conquest of their white oppressors.

Up to now, racial discrimination is still being practiced by some who have small brains and are not open-minded. Blacks are usually the ones who are being discriminated and singled-out from the others, more specifically the whites.

Color has really nothing to do with anything. We all live in the same place and we all are created by the same Creator, and therefore, we should learn how to keep one another on tract and not be a racist. We should also weigh in the circumstances that racial discrimination brings like emotional and psychological matters.

I, as one, am very much not into racial discrimination. For if we discriminate, it is like discerning our own self and discriminating what God has created.

Vengeance

I consider vengeance as a sin. But as humans, we are capable of doing such thing making as evil and corrupt.

Vengeance is a way of avenging in order to satisfy the thirst of getting even against a foe. It is a way of showing how corrupt we can be when revenge is in our mind. It enables us to forget what we are and disregard that revenge is a sinful act that may lead to burning of the soul.

In the story of the Mohicans, the novel’s villain Magua who is a cunning Huron, is the character who is very much capable of vengeance against his people.

Magua is driven from his tribe for drunkenness and because the English Colonel Munro enforced this humiliating punishment, Magua then possesses a burning desire for retaliation against Munro.

But as usual, evil will always be defeated against the good. Magua’s psychology becomes slightly more complicated by the end part of the novel, when sympathy tempers his evil.

Because of Magua’s too much desire to take revenge, his very own wickedness corrupted him.

Loyalty

In this very changing world were everyone seems to be thirsty of power and position, it is very hard to find a loyal and trustworthy person.

When it comes to friendship, I consider loyalty as the first factor in choosing a friend. A loyal friend who will always be true to someone, who trusts him fully.

When we are loyal to someone or something, we gain more trusts from people around us and we are able to put up a respect coming from them.

In the story, loyalty is very much needed, for the situation is in the boundary of a war where someone might be disloyal to the other just to run off defeat or just to attain higher power and position.

We could see how Hawkeye plays as a loyal friend to the Indians and how he disregards everything just to stay loyal and faithful to his friends. He cherishes the value of individuality and chooses to stay with Chingachgook and his son Uncas. In this very behavior of Hawkeye, he is able to showcase loyalty in the highest manner by having it offered to the blacks instead of offering it to the whites where he is supposed to offer it.

 
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