tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38153712277526465992024-03-05T00:16:29.764-08:00the pewter pot..,i can barely feel it now..,
.,i must keep the love alive...
-Emma Bovarymaril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-5095735484190333462008-06-17T00:36:00.000-07:002008-06-17T01:03:27.308-07:00Summer and School<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Summer days are over.,beach and pool times also over.,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">It's back to school guys...and I just love it sooo much.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Some may definitely hate to go back to school because of paper works, library works and etc., count me in too.,<br /><br />But what I love most about being back to school is that I get to see the faces of my beloved classmates and friends again. I get to hug and kiss them for the long vacation that separated us apart for more than a month.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">It's so nice to hear their stories and watch their faces full of joy and satisfaction from all the summer escapades they've been through. And it really lightens up my mood.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">It's nice to see them so happy and full of life like never before.,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">The best thing about summer vacation is that you get to collect memories and moments of how you spent the whole vacation desperately.,.and get to share them with the people close to your heart.,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">It's like being born again in a new world., with people embracing you and your story.,.<br />willing to listen and hear from you.,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">That is what I love about summer,.and that is what I love about school.,..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">FRIENDS and STORIES.,and MOMENTS...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">xoxo</span>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com72tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-23300242644356246122008-05-31T02:19:00.000-07:002008-05-31T03:08:06.501-07:00Dockers Everywhere<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I like to dress-up and I always do make sure that I look good with the clothes I wear. And the very thing that entertains me most when it comes to shopping for the things I love like clothes and stuff is nowhere to found but here on the internet. This place is simply called as <a href="http://www.dockersstore.com/home/index.jsp">Dockers</a><br /><br />You would really find a variety of things to shop over this place. There are clothes for both men and women of all ages, you'd also be informed of the latest trends for the upcoming season and many other things that will so gonna make your eyes pop-out.<br /><br />But wait a minute, did you know that <a href="http://www.dockersstore.com/home/index.jsp">Dockers</a> is now on a very interesting contest? Yes! It is a video contest wherein you and your friends can participate. This is for everybody else out there who are very much willing to show-off their directing skills in making a commercial about <a href="http://www.dockersstore.com/home/index.jsp">Dockers</a>. This contest is basically about the people who are so crazy about the products of Dockers and most especially their experiences in wearing this brand of clothing. Isn't it so easy and so interesting? So guys, what are you waiting for?...grab your video camera and set a meeting with your friends for the planning of your video commercial. It's still never too late to let your skills come out. And if you're lucky enough to win, your video will get the chance to be aired on "The Tonight Show with Jay Leno". And as for me, my most favorite video yet is this <a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Tonight_Show_with_Jay_Leno/exclusives/Dockers/index.shtml">video</a> from shd0728 entitled 'We Speak Your Language'.<br /><br />So guys, just give it your big shot...be creative,be unique and most especially be original in making your <a href="http://www.dockersstore.com/home/index.jsp">Dockers</a> video commercial and submit it to <a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Tonight_Show_with_Jay_Leno/exclusives/Dockers/index.shtml">Dockers contest</a> for a chance to show to the world your own video commercial. But if you don't have an entry for this contest, you could still participate by voting for your favorite video commercial.<br /><br />Visit <a href="http://www.dockersstore.com/home/index.jsp">Dockers</a> now!<br /></span></span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.dockersstore.com/home/index.jsp"rel="nofollow">Dockers</a><br /><a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=5020&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nbc.com%2FDockers" rel="nofollow">Dockers contest</a><br /><br /><img alt="240x180" src="http://socialspark.com/uploads/socialspark/public/assets/78/240x180.jpg" /><br /><br /><a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/disclosure?slot_id=5020&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nbc.com%2FDockers" id="disclosure_bar_414" onmouseout="itk_disclosure_badge.hide();ad_closed=true;" onmouseover="ad_closed=false;itk_disclosure_badge.show(414, 'ss', 5020);" rel="nofollow"><img alt="Sponsored by Dockers" src="http://socialspark.com/metrics/view/post?slot_id=5020&url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com%2Fuploads%2Fsocialspark%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdisclosure_badges%2F4428%2Fblue_disclosure_badge.jpg" /></a>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-79868670368085883652008-05-24T03:39:00.000-07:002008-05-24T04:33:00.639-07:00Somewhere Down There<p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I hate those people who would really do anything just to put others down. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Those people who are so much capable of fabricating and making stories…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Those who are so unfeeling and cold and heartless…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I wonder why they would exert so much effort just to destroy somebody with all the false stories and dreadful fabrications they’ve made-up.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">What do they get from doing such?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Do they feel happy to destroy somebody else’s reputation?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Do they feel lucky and genius enough to have invented such lies?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I really have no idea!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I just feel sorry for them…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Huh!!!</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span style="font-size:100%;">I wrote this post, honestly, because of some issues that I’ve been going through from these insecure and unfeeling individuals who always seem to be ready to stab my back with their terrible trumped-up stories.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Bodoni MT";"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >At first, I really felt bad about their issues but later on…I got to realize that they’re just part of the world God has created…and basically they belong to the underworld part of God’s creation.<span style=""> </span>They belong somewhere down there….and obviously…we all know it as HELL!!!</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" >xoxo.,</span><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></p>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-22434395814126793942008-05-18T00:43:00.000-07:002008-06-03T03:13:04.170-07:00I am in Social SPARK!<span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Isn’t it amazing to earn money by just simply using your writing skill?</span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">There have been lots of opportunities lately that could probably help a student like me earn extra money just by simply browsing the net and finding job opportunities.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Joining communities in order to have topics to write about is what I’m after to, and <a href="http://socialspark.com/">SocialSpark</a> is the most dependable marketplace available.<span style=""> </span>It is a community where bloggers are given the chance to showcase their writing abilities and be able to widen their knowledge on their assigned topics to write about.<span style=""> </span>And another brilliant thing about<a href="http://socialspark.com/"> </a><a href="http://socialspark.com/">SocialSpark</a> is that it enables bloggers to make friends and stay connected with other people from other countries making <span style=""> </span>them closer to each other even if their across oceans and seas.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><a href="http://socialspark.com/">SocialSpark</a> also has its own <a href="http://socialspark.com/code_of_ethics">code of ethics</a> in order to attract those individuals interested in joining their community:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">-100% Audit-able In-Post Disclosure<br />-100% Transparency<br />-100% Real Opinions<br />-100% Search Engine Friendly<o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">The feature that I really like most about <a href="http://socialspark.com/">SocialSpark</a> is that it allows its users to leave messages, add friends, prop other users as well and most especially it gives its users job opportunities that really are plentiful.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Below is the screenshot of <a href="http://socialspark.com/">SocialSpark</a>’s homepage:</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDgRd5ApT17FtthcWQpRgczoSxdqwByuwTTqsb2YHqqh8VKQyWMQClnXxbwzsbYKnUlmb99LdxgqO66rBO-6ZHwmPfaonIGPVtLGwfXVnwjTtmxIzuC0qJXFtcToRvrVgoR0ZWPyr2SLE/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDgRd5ApT17FtthcWQpRgczoSxdqwByuwTTqsb2YHqqh8VKQyWMQClnXxbwzsbYKnUlmb99LdxgqO66rBO-6ZHwmPfaonIGPVtLGwfXVnwjTtmxIzuC0qJXFtcToRvrVgoR0ZWPyr2SLE/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201622561566768978" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"> Join now and be a part of a lively community!<br />Earn and have extra money by just simply using your skill in writing.<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a href="http://socialspark.com/">SocialSpark</a> is the best place to live your dream and it's the best place to meet new people and faces from all over the world.<br /><br />Don't hesitate to join and be apart of the community.<br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><o:p> </o:p></p><br /><br /><a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=3531&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.socialspark.com" rel="nofollow">SocialSpark</a><br /><a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=3531&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.socialspark.com" rel="nofollow">SocialSpark</a><br /><br /><a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/disclosure?slot_id=3531&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.socialspark.com" rel="nofollow"><img alt="Sponsored by SocialSpark" src="http://socialspark.com/metrics/view/post?slot_id=3531&url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com%2Fuploads%2Fsocialspark%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdisclosure_badges%2F526%2Fgray_disclosure_badge.jpg" /></a>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-53900033695708390742008-05-14T01:20:00.000-07:002008-05-14T21:10:47.720-07:00Rain<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;">It always rains every afternoon here in our place. Yet, I don’t find it annoying. It even gives me joy and pleasure.<br /><br />I love the rain so much that every time it rains really hard, I would go outside and feel the raindrops on my head.,on my face and all over my body..(*raindrops keep falling on my head..lalala.)<br /><br />And just last Monday, I was able to play with the rain again and while I’m soaking wet, I was actually eating and sucking a lollipop…(hehe).I felt like a kid that time—I always get this feeling every time it rains.<br /><br />I don’t want to sing that famous song “RAIN…RAIN GO AWAY... come again another DAY”…coz I don’t want the rain to go…I want it to stay and play with me...</span>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-17968166070152420252008-05-14T01:14:00.000-07:002008-05-14T01:39:06.859-07:00Approved by Payperpost<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >My blog just got approved by <a href="%3Ca%20href=%22http://developer.payperpost.com/%22%3Epayperpost%3C/a%3E">Payperpost</a>!</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /></span><a href="%3Ca%20href=%22http://developer.payperpost.com/%22%3Epayperpost%3C/a%3E"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >PayPerPost</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"> is an online marketplace where bloggers, photographers, and other content creators find advertisers willing to sponsor and pay for any types of content or topics. It is an amazing way of making use of one's writing skills and at the same time earning money out of it.<br /><br />I consider </span><a href="%3Ca%20href=%22http://developer.payperpost.com/%22%3Epayperpost%3C/a%3E"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">PayPerPost</span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><a href="%3Ca%20href=%22http://developer.payperpost.com/%22%3Epayperpost%3C/a%3E"> </a>as very essential for it allows students like me to earn money by just writing and expressing our ideas out of words. It is a good instrument for us, most especially for me because I could easily earn money at the same time it enhances my writing skills on certain contents available at hand.<br /><br />I learned about </span><a href="http://www.payperpost.com/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">PayPerPost</span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"> just this year from a friend's friend. He actually told me that blogging is the best way to earn money especially with the help of </span><a href="http://www.payperpost.com/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">PayPerPost</span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">. I was then so thrilled by the idea of having to use my skill in writing, but what really excited me most was the idea of earning money. I actually made my blog with the help of some friends who were already experienced bloggers and good writers.<br /><br />Another amazing thing about having a blog is that you get to make friends with other people from other places. It is so much amazing that with having </span><a href="http://www.payperpost.com/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">PayPerPost</span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"> around; connecting with these people from other countries is so much uncomplicated and trouble-free. We actually have this bonded thing with each other for they are also bloggers who are earning money with the help of </span><a href="http://www.payperpost.com/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">PayPerPost</span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">.<br /><br />Hopefully, if I would be able to earn and get the enough money I need, I would, with no hesitations, treat my mom and my whole family out and not be forgotten-- my friends.<br />By having </span><a href="http://www.payperpost.com/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">PayPerPost</span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"> around, communicating and connecting with other people from other countries would be a lot easier. And I would also be able to continue to develop my skill in writing therefore giving me a very big opportunity to share to everyone anything and everything I love to write about.</span></span><br /><a href="http://developer.payperpost.com/">payperpost</a><br /><img src="http://tinyurl.com/46uwhf" /><br /><a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"><img src="http://tinyurl.com/25ho73" border="0"></a>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-86515735161386978372008-05-08T03:03:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:37:14.216-07:00The TESTIMONIAL<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnCWhixlnFUbamtz0miMkQZfqjHNzytKnLbhukv0yueIWwJNfq0pC_qxnXmhATq7busc3uVYc8o9NOq6iieujixDk4_Vi5l6c2RM68GSpKdf-rBLFRZMmU2QD39pld3cTh-mVNgPpDck0/s1600-h/tiKALoN.10547.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198579212360677810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnCWhixlnFUbamtz0miMkQZfqjHNzytKnLbhukv0yueIWwJNfq0pC_qxnXmhATq7busc3uVYc8o9NOq6iieujixDk4_Vi5l6c2RM68GSpKdf-rBLFRZMmU2QD39pld3cTh-mVNgPpDck0/s320/tiKALoN.10547.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: centerfont-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">*This picture was taken during the JAPANESE Film-Festival at CASS Rooftop.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;" >*Photo taken by: Monette Manahan</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This testimonial is for <a href="http://www.epohnym.blogspot.com/">Philip Hope Pequero Mamugay</a>.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I made this with such big effort to show him how I value our relationship so much.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">NO..NO...we are not in an intimate relationship.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We are just friends...close friends.</span><br /><br /></span></div><div style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" ><div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I also made this testimonial for the good and benefit of everyone who </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">often reads and views our blogs.</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">You guys may think that we're just pretending to be sweet and friendly with each other...NO...NO...</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're not enemies...we're so..so friends with each other</span>.</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">We may always stab each other's back using our blogs by posting ugly and horrible pictures and sharing to the world some dreadful infos about each other's life.,but I assure you.,it is just our way of showing that our friendship has no boundaries...no limitations..</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I even feel so lucky to have him as a friend.</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">His witty, smart..intelligent, understanding, and most of all very behave and refine.</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">What more could I ask for.,?</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">But you may think I'm envious of him.</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">ME? ENVIOUS?</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Huh?!!! Of course not!</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">What should I be jealous of?</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I may not be that smart as he is, but I could, fortunately, answer questions from our test without having to ask the answers from him...but some answers, I admit, do come from him...network neighborhood of course.!! bwahahaha,</span>.</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I maybe not be that witty and quick like him but believe me.,often times, I always do get the meaning of the text or message 99.9% faster than he does. I can sooo prove that.,.!!! I can even perform simple and easy things unlike him. Just like the HEY PI-BERTDAY stuff!!! bwahahahahahaha.,!!!</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">I really don't see any reason why I need to be envious of PHILIP HOPE PEQUERO MAMUGAY. I have something that he doesn't have that he really..really wants to have and he would even die for it...hahahahaha...that would be my WOM**HO*D!!!</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">See? Our friendship really has no boundaries...no limitations.</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We don't really stab each other that hard...that's the secret of our strong-bonded friendship!</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Lastly, I made this especially for PEQUERO MAMUGAY to share and show to everyone how lucky I am to have him as a friend!!!</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">I hope <a href="http://www.epohnym.blogspot.com/">Flipt</a> this very simple and short testimonial of mine soothes your heart and soul...soul...soul.,.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">* (you see that spot over there.,??? It's where I had the accident.......and DIED..aaaaAHHHHH!!!)</span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)">* (from youtube-keyword: teresa fidalgo...pls do watch this video..it's really nice! It's one of Philip's favorite)</span></span>., </span></span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">xoxo.,</span><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-16555834437861156612008-05-08T02:31:00.001-07:002008-05-09T07:46:40.169-07:00My Pledge<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >It may sound funny but I just came up with a plan soon after I finish my college course.<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >I get so much addicted of watching Fashion T.V. and all those fashion guide programs that I started to draw and design my own dresses out of my imagination.</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Then, here it goes,...</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >It was just last..last month that I've decided to enroll myself on a dressing course soon after I graduate from college. I want to sew and make my own clothes and dresses so that I would get satisfaction out of it. I want to make my own dresses because I believe that if I would let others do the sewing and everything, it would probably not come out the way I wanted it to.(duh!!!.how very ambitious of me!) But, I don't care. HAHAHA!!! There's nothing really wrong in having this dream though....</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >I just get so envious lately of the beautiful dresses and clothes I see on television and read on magazines that are designed by known icons in the fashion world and some by amateur designers and freelancers.</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Anyone could design and make wonderful clothes and dresses. Anyone could produce a fine-looking and beautifully-crafted clothing that can be worn by both men and women. And that's what I've always wanted to do. So, as of this very moment...I promise myself that after college, I would, should and must enroll myself in a dress-making course..bwahahahaha.,</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >...Hello Fashion World!!!....(bwahahaha)</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><br /></span></div>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-69536336441695272132008-05-08T01:17:00.000-07:002008-05-08T02:59:52.340-07:00Extremely EXTREME<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >I maybe a lady but it is quite odd that I get screwed-up during Saturdays and Sundays in watching WWE Smackdown or better known as wrestling -- extreme entertainment.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >It was just earlier when I started to have this hobby of mine. Before, I really hate watching this type of entertainment. I'm disgusted on how each wrestlers would dress themselves like fashion victims with all the glitters and stuff not to mention their very steroid-enriched bodies. I would also make fun of the way they would beat each other by means of kicking, slapping, punching, and that slamming thing they would do just to beat and win over their opponent. The beating seems so fake for me. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">But as time passes by, (duh.,!), I started to notice that I'm getting addicted to it. It was all because of my brother who was the real and and ever-loyal wrestling fan. Before we would even fight regarding this stuff because I would always tease him that wrestling is such a fake, artificial, and factitious kind of thing. But he would always defend his hobby saying that-- with all that kicking, punching, slapping, and slamming that all seem so impossible for an ordinary human body to handle, it is where people find good entertainment and it is also why it is quoted as Extreme Entertainment.<br /><br />Yeah! Whatever! And as for this moment, I actually ate the words I've said. Saturdays and Sundays is when we both find extreme entertainment at its finest.<br /><br />I just love everything in it. The wrestlers, the moves they're known for, the soundtracks they've popularized which they use during their entrances and exits and their dramatical conflicts and conversations with each other during time-outs and during special judgments.<br /><br />Yes! It may sometimes be factitious. But it is really where one can find entertainment so extreme yet so compelling and engaging.<br /><br />It is where I find the other side of me-- Extremely EXTREME.,!<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> * </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">For a live footage..</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">do watch wrestling stuff </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> during Saturdays and Sundays exclusively</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> on JACK TV..(channel 60).,</span><br /></span><br /></span></div>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-56710195538203867042008-05-07T05:06:00.000-07:002008-05-08T02:57:54.476-07:00An Extended Research Essay of Edgar Allan Poe<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /> Born in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Boston</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">Massachusetts</st1:state></st1:place> to parents who were itinerant actors, Edgar Allan Poe marked a different sensation to his readers.<span style=""> </span>Not only he was an American poet and a short-story writer, he was also an editor and literary critic to numerous papers during his time. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >As an editor Poe struggled to raise American literature to the level of his own formidable intelligence and talent. His instability doomed this ambition to failure, but his own <a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/artistry" target="_top"><span style="text-decoration: none;">artistry</span></a> somehow survived his <a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/impulse" target="_top"><span style="text-decoration: none;">impulse</span></a> for self-destruction. Poe added the concept of professionalism to the role of the writer in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region>. For him language and its artful use was virtually an end in itself, transcending ideology.</span><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>He was born Edgar Poe but when his parents died, he was taken by John and Frances Allan of <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Richmond</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">Virginia</st1:state></st1:place>, who never formally adopted him.<span style=""> </span>After spending a short period of his time at the <st1:place st="on"><st1:placetype st="on">University</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename st="on">Virginia</st1:placename></st1:place>, and briefly attempting to join military, Edgar Poe and John Allan parted ways due to some misunderstandings brought about by Poe’s apathetic behavior.<span style=""> </span>In spite of the hardships that Poe encountered, he was able to survive and make out all the things that seem to have vanished because of his being negligent.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>Poe’s publishing career began humbly with an anonymous collection of poems credited only to a “Bostonian”. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>Poe’s unbelievable gift and knowledge had created lots of amazing works of literature though at first were not given attention to, but were later on credited by his fellowmen. Poe’s most well-known fiction works are Gothic, a genre he followed to appease the public taste.<span style=""> </span>Edgar Allan Poe’s most recurring themes among his works deal with questions of death, and mourning and many of his works are generally considered part of the dark romanticism genre.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >One of his many amazing works is the ever-famous short and to the point story The Tell-Tale Heart.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>The work shows how Poe’s mastery in literature created such an outlandish yet strikingly remarkable piece of tale.<span style=""> </span>It is very much different from other forms and types of common stories that one would usually read.<span style=""> </span>A usual story or tale essentially contains a clear and complete description of the setting, a precise representation and portrayal of characters having names and also a lucid identification of the stories point of view.<span style=""> </span>But in Poe’s tale, the narrator remains a mystery to the readers having no name and sex at all.<span style=""> </span>The setting and characters, on the other hand, are also not given the entire focus of the story.<span style=""> </span>The setting is basically irrelevant; all that is known of it is that it is the home of an elderly man to which the narrator is his caretaker and apparently most of the action occurs here each night around midnight.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>In the story of Poe, he has chosen to be very elusive with the characters.<span style=""> </span>The characters remain nameless throughout the story, being given only the titles of “the narrator” and “the old man”.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>In the story, the narrator insists that he is not in sane.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoBodyTextIndent3"><span style="line-height: 150%;"> “Now this is the point.<span style=""> </span>You fancy me mad.<span style=""> </span>Mad men know nothing.<span style=""> </span>But you should have seen me.<span style=""> </span>You should have seen how wisely I proceeded- with what caution, with what foresight, with what dissimilation I went to work!”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>It is very obvious by the narrator’s actions- the very fact that he murdered an innocent old man because of his “evil eye”- that he is neurotic and mentally imbalanced.<span style=""> </span>The narrator’s motivation for killing the man is notably obscure.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;">“It is impossible to say how Te first idea entered my brain… Object there was none.<span style=""> </span>Passion there was none.<span style=""> </span>I loved the old man.<span style=""> </span>He had never wronged me.<span style=""> </span>He had never given me insult.<span style=""> </span>For his gold I had no desire.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>The only motivation of the narrator for killing the old man was plainly the old man’s deformed eye.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>Poe’s tale is completely armed with strong foreshadowing, subtle irony, and vivid symbolism, which lead to an enormously improved story- a story of suspense.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>The Tell-Tale Heart is in fact a great story to be considered.<span style=""> </span>It is full of suspense and thrill enabling the readers to read more rapidly in order for them to know what the end story is.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >Having gone through a lot of struggles, sufferings and hardships, Poe indeed is considered a great father of literature.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>His love for literature motivated him to write his beautifully crafted poems and stories in spite of the hardships he’d been through due also for his being irresponsible and negligent.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >In his supernatural fiction, Poe usually deals with paranoia rooted in personal psychology, physical or mental enfeeblement, obsessions, the damnation of death, feverish fantasies, the cosmos as source of horror and inspiration, without bothering himself with such supernatural beings as ghosts, werewolves, vampires, and so on.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>The historical Edgar Allan Poe has appeared as a fictional character, often representing the “mad genius” or “tormented artist” and exploiting his personal struggles.<span style=""> </span>Many depictions also blend in with characters from his stories, suggesting Poe and his characters share identities.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>Many works of Poe is said to be similar to his very own life story.<span style=""> </span>His famous poem entitled “Annabel Lee” is said to be dedicated to his wife Virginia Clemm who died because of consumption.<span style=""> </span>Its subject, Poe’s favorite, is the death of a beautiful woman.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>Another work of Poe is “The Fall of the House of Usher”.<span style=""> </span>In the story the narrator visits the crumbling mansion of his friend, Roderick Usher, and tries to dispel Roderick’s gloom.<span style=""> </span>Although his twin sister, Madeline, has been placed in the family vault dead, Roderick is convinced she lives.<span style=""> </span>Madeline arises in trance, and carries her brother to death.<span style=""> </span>The house itself splits asunder and sinks into the tarn.<span style=""> </span>The story has inspired several film adaptations. The story also is said to represent the dark and complex life of Poe and the lost of family and loved ones and the lost of a home where love and caring should have been possible for him.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>The dark poem of lost love, “The Raven”, brought Poe national fame.<span style=""> </span>But as usual, connection and similarity was evident. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>Poe had loved many women, even married for several times and got lost of his beloved for several times also.<span style=""> </span>The Raven is said to portray the lost of love for several times most specifically in Poe’s own life.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>In Poe’s Tell-Tale Heart, it is pointed out that human nature is a delicate balance of light and dark, or good and evil.<span style=""> </span>What may push one individual over the edge will only cause another to raise an eyebrow.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>The life of Poe is unusual making him create unusual and remarkable works of literature, which mostly is based from his own life story.<span style=""> </span>Through this technique of him, people recognized his works making him famous and a renowned figure in literature.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>Lost and death may be considered as factors for Poe’s recurring theme in all his works.<span style=""> </span>And being exposed to things like these molded him to be a very uncanny individual.<span style=""> </span>But in spite of all, people loved and adored him because of his works.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoBodyTextIndent2"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" > Although he lived a short and tragic life, Edgar Allan Poe remains today one of the most-beloved mystery writers in history. His contributions to literature and the mystery genre cannot be underestimated.<span style=""> </span></span><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>Poe’s contribution to literature cannot be undervalued for it contains a well-crafted flow of story that are mostly based from his tragic yet beautiful life that has given a way for a good and forever living work of art.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span>Poe may have died in a very indifferent, mysterious way, but people will always treasure him and his works making them live through out generations.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><o:p><br /></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >References:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >“Edgar Allan Poe”, <a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EdgarAllanPoe">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EdgarAllanPoe</a><o:p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">“Edgar Allan Poe: Biography”, </span><a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/edgar-allan-poe">http://www.answers.com/topic/edgar-allan-poe</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -27pt; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >Lodge, Robert A.<span style=""> </span>And Sarah E. Laubacher, “Introduction”, Perspectives in Literature: A Book of Short Stories-2, <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state>: Harcourt, Brace & World, Inc., 1969. p. 1</span></p>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-83267369223815722592008-05-07T04:31:00.000-07:002008-05-08T02:19:38.151-07:00MAY 1- Fiesta Celebration!<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" > I just really wanna thank my friends who really made our fiesta celebration here in Steel Town so much fun. Although we really didn't prepare much food, my friends and I were still able to enjoy ourselves. We sang the karaoke, watched the season finale of the t.v series ONE TREE HILL and we also did stroll around the vicinity to enjoy ourselves with the faces of the so-called "mga mamistahay".<br /><br /> The fiesta celebration this year was not that memorable though as compared to the last year's very festive celebration. Less programs were organized and there was not enough time to push through certain events that would really entertain the people and the visitors from other places.<br /><br /> But, to sum it up, I still consider this year's celebration very memorable and so much fun because of the presence of my dear, 'ki-atan' friends. This may sound a bit emotional, but it's so true. hehehehe., 'Till next year then..hehehe.,</span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">xoxo.,</span>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-18865518650345874502008-05-07T03:28:00.000-07:002008-05-08T02:29:02.340-07:00IPAG's Year of Pearl<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><b style=""><span style="font-size:10;"><span style=""> </span></span></b><span style="font-size:100%;">The Integrated Performing Arts Guild has celebrates its 30<sup>th</sup> anniversary this year. They have recently presented a twin-bill production entitled “In2rskors” last September 12-22, 2007 at the CASS Rooftop.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> </span>The show featured two plays. The first was entitled “Dalawa”, a story about two girl best friends and the existence of homosexuality, written by Luna Sicat-Cleto, while the second one, “Welcome to Intelstar”, is a satirical play about the increasing number of call center agents in the country.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> </span>Sir Hobart Savior of the English Department directed the said show. The production also showcased the acting talents of three more teachers from the English Department namely Carmina Borja and Mara Barabra Nanaman for “Welcome to Intelstar” and Zola Gonzales for “Dalawa”. The latter play also included performances from Ivy L. Sescon, a third year AB-English student, and Phoebe Gayanello, who has performed in various IPAG productions.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> “In2skors” is IPAG’s first show in their Pearl Anniversary. This will then be followed by a musical production entitled “Ranao” next semester. This only proves that IPAG has still a lot to offer to MSU-IIT, to the national community, and to the rest of the world.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:10;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-37820141556432104042008-05-07T02:20:00.000-07:002008-05-08T02:22:11.609-07:00STAM<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbINkj9BzMtbIHPs-_AZD5-hhs-dPru-KQlSdC2l3hBHiZ9ickOCFRowWMkfmamcvgT2jcf8vqi_gph1lc3MTzk54vIwDZC8jqi1SMNEN2tg1KSJqlrKSg0m0pnBJNgBQ2BwGErmrtsII/s1600-h/stam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbINkj9BzMtbIHPs-_AZD5-hhs-dPru-KQlSdC2l3hBHiZ9ickOCFRowWMkfmamcvgT2jcf8vqi_gph1lc3MTzk54vIwDZC8jqi1SMNEN2tg1KSJqlrKSg0m0pnBJNgBQ2BwGErmrtsII/s320/stam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197571985340606562" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Height: 1.78 m (5 ft. 10 in.)<br />Hair color: Red (now dyed blond)<br />Eye color: Blue-gray<br />Measurements: 34-24-34.5<br />Weight: 108 lb. (49 kg.)<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Jessica Stam.,also known as STAM.,is a canadian supermodel. She was born in Kincardine, Ontario, and grew up on a farm alongside with her six brothers. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jessica Stam</span> was discovered in a local Tim Hortons coffee shop by Miller, an agent at the International Model Management agency in Barrie, Ontario.<br /><br />Stam's main trademark is her eyes, which are a light blue bordering on gray. She is also one of the models considered a <span style="font-weight: bold;">"doll face"</span>.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">xoxo.,</span><br /></span></div>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-46740501947301749352008-05-06T02:23:00.000-07:002008-05-23T05:40:25.588-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">.,Pieces of ME.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> These are the pieces of me.,.<br /><br />These are the people who make me complete.,<br /><br />These are the people who make me smile and live life to the fullest..<br /><br />and they are what I call...<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >MY SUCCESS</span><span style="font-size:130%;">.,</span><br /></div></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCfn5TL1W2rID0H99RtUwfBk1b_EvmN5rbj13a_vrPrs-gJs4DtgB4G73xpizGmf6Qx7b-yWdJo0fF_bexWvKNi2HAC4VgyuPN6dOqd-Hsu5di5hmmZn3eDh1-m7WdFlr54gqiUiaV84/s1600-h/nANaY+nD+tATaY..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCfn5TL1W2rID0H99RtUwfBk1b_EvmN5rbj13a_vrPrs-gJs4DtgB4G73xpizGmf6Qx7b-yWdJo0fF_bexWvKNi2HAC4VgyuPN6dOqd-Hsu5di5hmmZn3eDh1-m7WdFlr54gqiUiaV84/s320/nANaY+nD+tATaY..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197194752190676386" border="0" /></a>My TATAY and NANAY<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">They're the best parents in the world..I may not be that expressive about me feelings towrds them.,but a simple thank you and i love you from me is quite enough.,i guess.,for all the hardships they've been through just to give all the things that i need.,..huhu.,thanx a lot.,LOVE YOU both nanay and tatay!!!mwuah.,</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgleLbKgNmIst0IAnfpmfbTMCjEoFS9NGazubixgLQr61030IoGPkzTFjHO8gujoyHrDGlPpLTzlwJ2wJAYIo9VcV64EL9zmvMHIrV6KpsZi1ncOYzz1vG6B6QXoX_DKBWzj96zueH8X0w/s1600-h/tiKALoN.10145.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgleLbKgNmIst0IAnfpmfbTMCjEoFS9NGazubixgLQr61030IoGPkzTFjHO8gujoyHrDGlPpLTzlwJ2wJAYIo9VcV64EL9zmvMHIrV6KpsZi1ncOYzz1vG6B6QXoX_DKBWzj96zueH8X0w/s320/tiKALoN.10145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197202809549323746" border="0" /></a>My One and Only Brother<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We may not be that close but I still love my "manong Boyet" so much.,ehe.,this picture is a bit ugly but it's all i have in my files.,ehe.,</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8bLDghecC0TxX6yRRNcSjZ8P52ID90ZT6h-PVJS-gcHBsQxJIXg1oHOikTdpfSlNPkH962_p1XaCgJUMyqrMeGTfP7LOr2mIA7yFmrmjm-xNZYnhuqrwNg5aXd7r0xA3N3sQhCmqeYQ/s1600-h/tiKALoN.10353.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8bLDghecC0TxX6yRRNcSjZ8P52ID90ZT6h-PVJS-gcHBsQxJIXg1oHOikTdpfSlNPkH962_p1XaCgJUMyqrMeGTfP7LOr2mIA7yFmrmjm-xNZYnhuqrwNg5aXd7r0xA3N3sQhCmqeYQ/s320/tiKALoN.10353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197196633386352050" border="0" /></a>My KHALIL.,<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My laluvz..,hehehe.,what more do i have to say.,??? He's simply my life.,!!!<br />I love you so much luvz.,<br />It may sound "korny" but that's life.,you become korny when you fall inLOVE.,right?<br />x0x0.,<br /><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMc9ZdabpEa4B17Ha6UghI4T8dzfIAqCS3uxSE1CcEgLxXVXA1Rky3CCx_xrneJtOxwW8kfFjJNOoI_1PGYAUE9_0T-V30TqnC0dZcz-pepLJJZRPf-uJQJQO8X-iJYlBiPZKXrtRDakM/s1600-h/tiKALoN.8727.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMc9ZdabpEa4B17Ha6UghI4T8dzfIAqCS3uxSE1CcEgLxXVXA1Rky3CCx_xrneJtOxwW8kfFjJNOoI_1PGYAUE9_0T-V30TqnC0dZcz-pepLJJZRPf-uJQJQO8X-iJYlBiPZKXrtRDakM/s320/tiKALoN.8727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197198969848561090" border="0" /></a>.SHITZ.,<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Although we're not sometimes complete in attendance.,we still do manage to have outings.,forums.,and sleep-overs just to update ourselves with the latest issues and "chikas" involving ourselves.,.and also to keep our friendship strong all the time...we always have an open forum to discuss critical issues and everything else under the sun.,hahaha.,<span style="font-size:78%;">(mga tae jud.,)</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RSF0ckugsgpgYKWSSqSS2KIlE_71CUxNBzCu_sd4NR2d6XTwgb9uwcBJ6Qb2f5UEMhTkZUHhzuqkQ0sgUUG585K0v3F-beQGb-ZokzCR_kmAOmmp-HCEN-VqOYEalm-YT8xBiO9uT6Y/s1600-h/tiKALoN.9987.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RSF0ckugsgpgYKWSSqSS2KIlE_71CUxNBzCu_sd4NR2d6XTwgb9uwcBJ6Qb2f5UEMhTkZUHhzuqkQ0sgUUG585K0v3F-beQGb-ZokzCR_kmAOmmp-HCEN-VqOYEalm-YT8xBiO9uT6Y/s320/tiKALoN.9987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197200885403975122" border="0" /></a>.ShuBEO Burgersz<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My ever funny and "ki-atan" friends and classmates.,!!!HAHAHA.,<br />GO ABEO.,GO English Majors.,<span style="font-size:78%;">(iro jud.,)</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" >xoxo.,</span>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-58785695636153135812008-05-06T01:47:00.000-07:002008-05-08T02:25:14.026-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >The Great Pretender</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"><o:p> </o:p></p><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">I tell you, she’s really a “great pretender”, a hypocrite!</span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">She pretends to be kind and courteous, when in fact she’s really not.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">She’ll welcome you with a smile and a hug…but once you turn your back on her.,the sham and the hypocrisy begins.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">She thinks she’s the best and the smartest, when in fact, she’s just very good in cheating.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">She plays to be a sweet cousin to everyone when in fact, she always has her dagger ready to stab you on the back. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">She’s very good in telling stories of her “beautiful childhood” not to mention “puberty”, when in fact they are all delusions.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">I CALL HER A <b style="">“BEAST”—“FEROCIOUS BEAST”.</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">She may look sane.,but beware.,she’s like an untamed animal ready to attack anyone who crosses her path.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">She’s everything that I despise in a person.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">I don’t despise her for no valid reason.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"><span style=""> </span>I scorn her because she ruined my life.,feeling no remorse at all. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">She crushed me into pieces as if we don’t belong to the same clan.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">I hate her so much.,but, I tell you..I’m not after vengeance.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center">I can slap her.,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center">I can beat her…I can smash her face with a baseball bat.,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center">I can kick her ass.,I can even punch her ugly nose.,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center">I can poison her to death.,!!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center">But sadly..I can't.,.I just can’t.,!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center">.,.Because I know it's not the right thing to do..!<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">All I’m capable of is this – writing.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Writing everything I feel, writing everything that’s happen so as to warn and give caution to everyone on how a person of the same blood can still manage to stab and crush you to pieces until the pieces turn into ashes.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Don’t smoothly give-in.,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Do not easily develop your trust for them.,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Do hesitate and have second thoughts especially in sharing your deepest secrets to them.,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Take it from me.,!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">I’ve been been crushed several times and turned to ashes a million times already.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">But I always manage to pick-up the pieces of me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">Not to avenge the people who crushed me but to continue to live as if nothing happened.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">I don’t care if I wouldn’t be able to beat them just like what they did to me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">‘Coz I know.,SOMEONE else will do it for me.,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">SOMEONE else will basically do a thing against them.,most particularly to her.,when? I don’t know.,but maybe on JUDGMENT DAY...</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;">(they’ll die easily…quickly…I know and I’m sure.,)</span></p>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-25922234931083673122008-05-04T23:48:00.000-07:002008-05-08T02:26:55.310-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" >Very Inspiring..(indeed)., YET Sickening</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="">I just want to share to you guys the speech that I personally made when I was still in high school.<span style=""> </span>I was lucky enough that time to have won the title of Ms. Palakasan during our intramurals last year 200</span><span style="">3</span><span style="">, I guess.<span style=""> </span>I was actually cleaning my room last Wednesday when I found a piece of crumpled paper underneath my table.<span style=""> </span>And I was so amazed when I recognized it to be the speech that I delivered during the turning- over of the crown….ahahaha., my speech really sounds funny and a bit sickening., promise.,!!!..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style=""><o:p> .......</o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Never let fear stand in the way of your dreams! A quote, a motto, or whatever it is, all I’m sure of is that…it made me won for this prestigious pageant for the past year.<span style=""> </span>You may wonder what’s so special with this saying, but it’s everything for me.<span style=""> </span>It has given me the real meaning of life and its relation to our dreams.<span style=""> </span>I met this certain saying once when I read a magazine and from then on, I realized that if you have a dream, you should never let fear stand in the way of it.<span style=""> </span>You should never be afraid for the challenges ahead and never be pessimistic.<span style=""> </span>We all know that life may not be on our side sometimes but just remember to be brave always and believe in God when facing challenges, be ready to accept criticisms and never be ashamed of the mistakes you have committed for they will be a guide to your success, enough to show that there is no hindrance that can stop you in reaching for your dreams.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Just hold fast to your dreams, for if dreams die.., life is like a broken winged-bird that cannot fly.<span style=""> </span>So don’t ever give-up your dreams.<span style=""> </span>Never leave them behind, find them and make them yours and all through your life, cherish them and never ever let them go.<span style=""> </span>And if you have a dream in your mind, don’t be afraid to bring and share it to the world,.too often, the treasures which are ours alone to give are never given the chance to grow.<span style=""> </span>So believe in yourself, but never be overconfident, always be satisfied and know that you can, at all times improve.<span style=""> </span>Most important of all, never forget the people who helped you in times of struggles and always be humble for all the achievements you have.<span style=""> </span>And as of success, you can achieve it if you have the great determination and willingness to pass through the challenges ahead.<span style=""> </span>And for the last time, let me share to you an inspiring message from Tim Connor saying that real success is not to be sought after in the outer world, but discovered in your inner world.<span style=""> </span>We all want the things that life offers.<span style=""> </span>But we don’t need as much as we think we do.<span style=""> </span>Sooner or later we will discover that real success can only be found in loving relationships.<span style=""> </span>With our family, friends, strangers, and anyone who crosses our path.<span style=""> </span>What matters is people and what lasts is love.<span style=""> </span>What counts are true friends and if you treasure these things, you can count yourself a success. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Always remember.,. NEVER LET FEAR STAND IN THE WAY OF YOUR DREAMS.!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="font-size:100%;">(ngil-ngig jud cxa.,pwamis..)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">ehehe., XOXO.,</span></p>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-68806443748107504252008-05-04T23:33:00.000-07:002008-05-08T02:27:31.072-07:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> <b style=""><u>ANNE SEXTON</u></b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">There are probably lots of poets that have contributed a vast involvement in the world of literature.<span style=""> </span>These poets became inspirations for modern-day poets for them to be able to have an interesting and appealing work of literature.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">One of these poets is Anne Sexton.<span style=""> </span></span><span style="line-height: 150%;">Anne Sexton is among the most celebrated and tragic poets of the confessional school.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span> Born Anne Gray Harvey in Newton, Massachusetts, Sexton was the youngest of three daughters raised by her parents; her mother being a housewife and her father who was an owner of a prosperous wool company, in an upper middle-class home near Boston. Sexton graduated from Rogers Hall preparatory school for girls in 1947, where her first poetry appeared in the school yearbook.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">Regarded as a confessional poet, Sexton's writing is in many ways a candid autobiographic record of her struggle to overcome the feelings of guilt, loss, inadequacy, and suicidal despair that tormented her. Inspired by years of intensive psychotherapy, Sexton's carefully crafted poetry often addresses her uncertain self-identity as a daughter, wife, lover, mother, and psychiatric patient.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">Sexton’s poems were said to represent her life and experiences as a woman. Not only as a woman alone but also as a daughter, wife, lover, mother, and a patient of psychiatry.<span style=""> </span>She was able to put together these experiences using her pen and as an output, she was able to create appealing and great works of literature that were able to fill the hearts and interests of readers and critics.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">Her experiences and life struggles were the main recipe for all her works.<span style=""> </span>She used these struggles enable for her to convey the guilt, loss, despair that her self is experiencing.<span style=""> </span>It was also a way for her to escape reality and put herself in a moment of isolation to the real world.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span style=""> </span> Her first volume, <i>To Bedlam and Part Way Back</i>, consists of poems written shortly after her confinement in a mental hospital, during which she lost custody of her children. "The Double Image," among the most accomplished works of the volume, is a sequence of seven poems describing Sexton's schism with her mother in the imagery of two portraits facing each other from opposite walls. Other poems, notably "You, Doctor Martin," "Music Swims Back to Me," and "Ringing the Bells" relate Sexton's experiences and emotional state while hospitalized. "Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward," which involves an unwed mother, who prepares to abandon her illegitimate child, alludes to Sexton's guilt at having lost her own children. Another significant poem from the volume, "For John, Who Begs Me Not to Enquire Further," is Sexton's response to poet John Holmes's criticism of her transgressive subject matter, representing Sexton's defense of the confessional mode and her own poetic voice.<span style=""> </span>The poems of <i>All My Pretty Ones</i> further illustrate Sexton's aptitude for invoking musical rhythms and arresting imagery. Entitled after a line from Shakespeare's <i>Macbeth</i>, this volume contains the oft-anthologized poems "The Truth the Dead Know," written upon the death of her father, "All My Pretty Ones," "The Abortion," and "Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound," all of which probe emotions surrounding loss.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span style=""> </span> Her obsession with death, a prominent recurring theme in all of her work, is explicit in the poems "Sylvia's Death," about Sylvia Plath's suicide, and "Wanting to Die," countered by the life-affirming poem "Live" at the end of the volume.<span style=""> </span>Another poem which talks about death is the poem “The Death of Fathers”. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">The themes of alienation, death, and deliverance are also evident in the poems “The Jesus Papers” in the Book of Folly and the poem “The Death Baby” which reveals the poet’s desire and admiration to death.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span style=""> </span> In the poem which she dedicated to her close friend Sylvia Plath, she represented death in a very creative way through imagery:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <pre style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">under our heart, our cupboard,<o:p></o:p></span></span></pre> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">and I see now that we store him up<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">year after year, old suicides<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">and I know at the news of your death<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">a terrible taste for it, like salt,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">(And me,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">me too.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">And now, Sylvia,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">you again<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">with death again,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">that ride home<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">with <i>our</i> boy.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">And I say only<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">with my arms stretched out into that stone place,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">what is your death<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">but an old belonging,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">a mole that fell out<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">of one of your poems?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">She used the representation of death in a presence of <i style="">our boy </i>which is in fact a creative and very original way of making a poem.<span style=""> </span>Such poem also talks about death that Sexton very much desired.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">The poem “Wanting to Die” also shows an evident proof how Sexton very much values and loves death. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <pre style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">But suicides have a special language.<o:p></o:p></span></span></pre> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">Like carpenters they want to know which tools.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">They never ask why build.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span style=""> </span> In this poem of Sexton, she freely chatters about suicide which is extremely related to her life for she has, for many times, attempted suicide for too much desire for death.<span style=""> </span>Her poems are apparently correlated to the experiences that life has bestowed upon her.<span style=""> </span>She is very much in ove with death that most of her poems are about it.<span style=""> </span>She presents death in every possible representation and face that readers would not notice right a way just like what she did in her poem “Sylvia’s Death” where death is represented as a boy.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span style=""> </span> Another poem where death is present is the poem “Live” which is oppose to her other poem “Wanting to Die”.<span style=""> </span>In here, she opposes what she wrote on the other said poem.<span style=""> </span>She presses on the idea that she must continue to live and forget about death for there are many things in life that are beautiful and one of those would be the sun, the sun which she mentioned as the reason why she should and must live.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <pre style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">I promise to love more if they come,<o:p></o:p></span></span></pre> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">because in spite of cruelty<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">and the stuffed railroad cars for the ovens,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">I am not what I expected. Not an Eichmann.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">The poison just didn't take.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">So I won't hang around in my hospital shift,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">repeating The Black Mass and all of it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">I say Live, Live because of the sun,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">the dream, the excitable gift.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> And just like her other poems, “The Death Baby” is a sequence of psalms that mostly talk about death.<span style=""> </span>It is very visible through the use of her words that Sexton indeed desires death in a great extent and degree.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 150%;">1. DREAMS</span></b><b style=""><span style="line-height: 150%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <pre style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">My sister at six<o:p></o:p></span></span></pre> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">dreamt nightly of my death:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">"The baby turned to ice.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">Someone put her in the refrigerator<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">and she turned as hard as a Popsicle."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 150%;">2. THE DY-DEE DOLL</span></b><b style=""><span style="line-height: 150%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <pre style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">My Dy-dee doll<o:p></o:p></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">died twice.<o:p></o:p></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">Once when I snapped<o:p></o:p></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">her head off<o:p></o:p></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">and let if float in the toilet<o:p></o:p></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">and once under the sun lamp<o:p></o:p></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">trying to get warm<o:p></o:p></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">she melted.<o:p></o:p></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></pre> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 150%;">3. SEVEN TIMES</span></b><b style=""><span style="line-height: 150%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">I died seven times<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">in seven ways<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">letting death give me a sign,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">letting death place his mark on my forehead,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><span style="line-height: 150%;">crossed over, crossed over<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">4.MADONNA<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">My mother died<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">unrocked, unrocked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">Weeks at her deathbed<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">5. MAX<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">Max and I<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">two immoderate sisters,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">two immoderate writers,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">two burdeners,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">made a pact.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">To beat death down with a stick.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">To take over.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">To build our death like carpenters.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">6. BABY<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">Death,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">you lie in my arms like a cherub,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">as heavy as bread dough.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span style=""> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> Although some critics were not able to see the real message and importance of Sexton’s poems, she, inspite of all the struggles that life offered her, was able to capture the interests and hearts of the readers.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">She up to now is considered as one of the best poets of her days and will always be remembered for her trademark having death as her recurring theme among her poems.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Sexton remains among the most important female poets of her generation.</span></span></span><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></p>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-50379899743866879392008-04-26T03:26:00.000-07:002008-04-26T18:49:37.378-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Psychoanalytic Approach on “On A Saturday Afternoon”</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Today psychoanalysis is very familiar for the wide public after it has been either rejected or adulated for a long time. But, as a paradox, the success achieved for example in the fifth decade, especially in <st1:place st="on">Europe</st1:place>, estranged it from its essence. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="EN" >The Oxford English Dictionary (OED) defines Psychoanalysis as “A therapeutic method, originated by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigmund_Freud" title="Sigmund Freud">Sigmund Freud</a>, for treating mental disorders by investigating the interaction of conscious and unconscious elements in the patient's mind and bringing repressed fears and conflicts into the conscious mind, using techniques such as dream interpretation and free association”. The OED also provides a secondary definition of “a system of psychological theory associated with this method.</span><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Psychoanalysis spread everywhere but not only due to the interest incited by its therapeutical method. It could even say that therapy was shadowed by the virtues of the applied psychoanalysis. Psychoanalysis applied in literature, sociology, anthropology and ethnology, religion and mythology, incited the interest of a public that had no inclination towards the clinical realm.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Psychoanalysis designates concomitantly three things namely, a method of mind investigation, especially of the unconscious mind; a therapy of neurosis inspired from the earlier method; and a new stand alone discipline who is based on the knowledge acquired from applying the investigation method and clinical experiences.<span style=""> </span>Consequently there is nothing vague in the definition of psychoanalysis. Psychoanalysis is a specific mind investigation technique focusing on the conscious and unconscious state of a person.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >The most fundamental concept of psychoanalysis is the notion of the unconscious mind as a reservoir for repressed memories of traumatic events which continuously influence conscious thought and behavior. The scientific evidence for this notion of unconscious <a href="http://skepdic.com/repressedmemory.html">repression</a> is lacking, though there is ample evidence that conscious thought and behavior are influenced by non conscious memories and processes.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >On the story of Aimee Bender explored the mind of a lonely, and yes, mentally-bothered single woman (probably in her mid to late 20’s). It is remarkably shown to us with her simple faculty of words. We see beyond the gestures (the nervousness, the drinking of the beer, the hugging, and the jokes) the building tension as the woman in the story gradually reveals her inner self to her male friends (one of which, she dated shortly and the other she has been flirting with for years) one Saturday afternoon.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >The rising action was when they finally came back to her apartment at her request to fulfill her fantasy. Filled with curiosity, they came back. And they already have a slight notion as to what her fantasy might be. Sexual thoughts: these are usually the meat in all fantasies…especially adult fantasies. And the males know this. What they do not know is that they’re in for a surprise…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Instead of having sex with the woman, they ended up having sex together. And they happen to have ideas about it and have applied it right on the spot. With the woman guiding them the way a sex therapist does…only that, this is a therapy for the woman (the therapist is the one feeling “therapeuted” by the kind of therapy she employs).<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >This absurdness of desire is frowned upon by society and is kept in a repressed state constantly guarded by our civil judgment. But once they come out and take control, it reveals without hesitation our innermost fantasies and longing…sexual longing.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >But according to psychologists, this is innate in every human being. These carnal desires are buried within each of us awaiting for its release. And if we do not channel it into something productive...something that mobilizes our desires, it could lead to serious psychological disorders and issues.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >What the woman in the story is portraying is actually natural since all of us want to do it (subconsciously), it’s just that everyone is afraid to be known doing it…that’s why no one wants to talk about it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >As for the woman, we shouldn’t judge her immediately. She is merely letting her subconscious come into being. It’s a healthy way to release inner tensions.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The loneliness she feels is because of her longing toward her boyfriend. She feels alone and forsaken. To recuperate, she indulges in orgies. This is her defense mechanism. This is how she faces pitfalls. And we shouldn’t judge her for that. Her mind is a very intricate web of diverse thoughts…and messing with what her mind is set on will only reap harsh results.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-35292196090409820852008-04-24T00:52:00.000-07:002008-04-26T18:52:32.198-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7IX4wqf4BY9czfA9FbTjwlDtUy5KRLJipULTLiD7kHmHiivlzjUt3dGubq9xpsbGHsCSzkrCgQlUXJOay_H60zgUQ3Crg7xHyW2c4LNYBM8KxzEKNJoMfCqGS9rpFWR4fGxrNgx6m_g/s1600-h/KAAMULAN-BDAY+jana+269.jpg">BUKIDNON FEVER</a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7IX4wqf4BY9czfA9FbTjwlDtUy5KRLJipULTLiD7kHmHiivlzjUt3dGubq9xpsbGHsCSzkrCgQlUXJOay_H60zgUQ3Crg7xHyW2c4LNYBM8KxzEKNJoMfCqGS9rpFWR4fGxrNgx6m_g/s1600-h/KAAMULAN-BDAY+jana+269.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7IX4wqf4BY9czfA9FbTjwlDtUy5KRLJipULTLiD7kHmHiivlzjUt3dGubq9xpsbGHsCSzkrCgQlUXJOay_H60zgUQ3Crg7xHyW2c4LNYBM8KxzEKNJoMfCqGS9rpFWR4fGxrNgx6m_g/s320/KAAMULAN-BDAY+jana+269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193482276949294482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">.,ang mga puta.,live in BUKIDNON.,KAAMULAN FESTIVAL</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikI6Mw5_jrIw6afdaCn_IbUfKnGFRxgnofHeA81CnTmDJ26s5rFV2onYV6Su3dAEFILou1RZACJ7fqrmQ0Bq6UWY0lvcT-dCu33zKlGLlcVVX1ALnS-yQPmozXEJ8O_nuGF5qv68UZRzQ/s1600-h/KAAMULAN-BDAY+jana+309.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikI6Mw5_jrIw6afdaCn_IbUfKnGFRxgnofHeA81CnTmDJ26s5rFV2onYV6Su3dAEFILou1RZACJ7fqrmQ0Bq6UWY0lvcT-dCu33zKlGLlcVVX1ALnS-yQPmozXEJ8O_nuGF5qv68UZRzQ/s320/KAAMULAN-BDAY+jana+309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193481198912503170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">"si inday at ang mga katutubo.,"</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-ePivXMJ2gi6fdbqd_ccJqz2Cy5_pazIBbG-BqVE7uLPieNYVwyCh8in-ssedOgAzWWfMF-yDEpWb7Mb8VIHWKAT0kAe4rZn6l2WlNpNvKkWMpLHiK8gb1ur5fQtVRo9j3nGaGZmE6U/s1600-h/KAAMULAN-BDAY+jana+031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-ePivXMJ2gi6fdbqd_ccJqz2Cy5_pazIBbG-BqVE7uLPieNYVwyCh8in-ssedOgAzWWfMF-yDEpWb7Mb8VIHWKAT0kAe4rZn6l2WlNpNvKkWMpLHiK8gb1ur5fQtVRo9j3nGaGZmE6U/s320/KAAMULAN-BDAY+jana+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192723691235540290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">PRADA</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Models</span>.,on TOUR.,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">(lip.,?struggle.,? trying very hard to stand-out.,??duh.,!!)</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYm5LpeJ06OlwNWcsSnhQO7On96Z783BSBuc64l2ekb-0yFXE9keQxqlNYQdJqij0hol79a4D6tVoHNR5P0D2buN7wsdBEgpOKplBUEKgLGuesEy6OAsSVu-RWCHsBXTuC6z7V272RYM/s1600-h/KAAMULAN-BDAY+jana+108.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYm5LpeJ06OlwNWcsSnhQO7On96Z783BSBuc64l2ekb-0yFXE9keQxqlNYQdJqij0hol79a4D6tVoHNR5P0D2buN7wsdBEgpOKplBUEKgLGuesEy6OAsSVu-RWCHsBXTuC6z7V272RYM/s320/KAAMULAN-BDAY+jana+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192723326163320114" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">.,papparazzi.,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /><br /><br /></span>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-32835811723094997392008-04-04T00:23:00.000-07:002008-05-08T02:22:42.890-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><strong>Me and THE BIBLE</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">I don’t actually read “THE BIBLE”. It’s not that I’m an atheist or that I don’t believe in GOD, it’s just that I really don’t like to read…PERIOD. </span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><div align="justify"><br />I say, I’m just too lazy to read about everything and anything in particular. But just last night, I opened the Bible, (so very unlikely of me., you know) and stopped by Chapter 12 verse 1 of The Book of Proverbs. The verse says that “Whoever loves instruction loves knowledge, but he who hates correction is stupid.” </div><div align="justify"><br />Isn’t it very factual? Well, I do agree to it in an extreme extent. Those who really do hate corrections are those who are really stupid and dim-witted. I mean, why should we hate corrections if in fact, we could gain knowledge from it? If we get corrected, then let us accept the corrections and try to improve ourselves from it, and at the same time- learn from it.</div><div align="justify"><br />Another verse that I really like is from Chapter 27 verse 2, still from The Book of Proverbs. Chapter 27 verse 2 says that, “Let another man praise you, and not your own; a stranger, and not your won lips.” </div><div align="justify"><br />Isn’t this verse conspicuous enough? Let us not be boastful and bragging about our achievements and triumphs in life. Let other people praise our accomplishments and not our very own selves. </div><div align="justify"><br />You see! I’m learning from the bible now. I even realized that the Bible is in fact an entertaining piece of art. It can wash away the boredom you’re in to and at the same time it cleanses your soul and gives you enlightenment and realizations about life and existence. </div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br />XOXO.,</span></div></span>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-22127459751090933342008-03-15T04:09:00.000-07:002008-05-08T02:28:20.950-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">CATS</span></span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">I do love theatre and arts that’s why I really enjoy joining performances and productions.<span style=""> </span>Recently, I was able to be a part of a musical production and it was such an unforgettable and extraordinary experience for me.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">I was in fact, at first, hesitant to join the play because there was hardly enough time to rehearse the dance steps and songs.<span style=""> </span>But I still decided to join because I really didn’t want to disappoint Ma’am Jinggay-the director.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">We actually had two presentations in a day, one at 3:00 p.m. and the final presentation was at 7:00 in the evening.<span style=""> </span>The 3:00 p.m. presentation was not that good though because of some technical problems that we encountered during the performance.<span style=""> </span>We also had a bit dull sort of audience, I say, because they weren’t that responsive and reactive to certain scenes from the play.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">But what was really amazing was during our final performance (7:00 p.m.).<span style=""> </span>There were a number of spectators who watched our presentation and most of them were our classmates, close-friends, and also our professors who, in the first place, are really hard to please.<span style=""> </span>But guess what… at the end of the show they were so amazed and enthralled by our performance that they even congratulated each and every one of us and even commented on how excellent we were in performing and giving justice to the musical play. WHOOOOOOAAAA! That was really the best, the greatest and the finest part for me—being able to be appreciated and congratulated by people who are very much hard to please.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">The play CATS was really a success for all of us.<span style=""> </span>Yes…we acted as Cats in the play and did experience to crawl and act like Cats… but all of the hardships were worth the victory.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">I really am very thankful to my co-<b style="">CATS </b>who really did their best for the success of the play.<span style=""> </span>And also to Ma’am Jinggay who really believed in our talents and who was so supportive, compassionate, and encouraging till the very end.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 2in; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" align="center">…..meow…meow…meow… (*.*)..</p>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-72130327866138098922008-03-03T03:58:00.000-08:002008-04-26T18:54:19.922-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Forgive him…he’s drunk...<br />(From a lady’s point of view)<br /></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Is being drunk a good excuse?</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">I think it’s not!</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Some would just say this statement or expression <span style="font-family:georgia;">(Forgive him…he’s drunk...)</span> in order to avoid fights and commotions particularly during parties or night-outs. Yes. It is in fact good at some point so as to avoid fights and clashes, but we should never excuse somebody for doing promiscuous things towards us or to others just because they are drunk.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">People who are drunk would so often lose control of their mind-set and attitude making them trouble-makers and consequently creating commotions within gatherings or parties. But if they’re supposedly the like….then why do they have to drink too much of what is required???</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">I wrote this post not to be unfair with these people, it’s just that I, myself, have been offended or wronged for a couple of times already by some drunken people who are totally like pervs and jerks and maniacs. They would intentionally bump into you and would totally do promiscuous things that are really very intolerable and offensive. And the very unfair thing is that, people around you would just instead advice you to forgive him because his drunk!!! Hey!!! Isn’t that too much???</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Were these individuals ever sent to school or educated about the bad effects of alcohol to the body and how alcohol can also possibly ruin the very humanity of an individual who is very much addicted to it?</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">My goodness…</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">I think the best thing for these individuals to do is to go home early each and everyday and just suck their thumbs off their mouth and just go to sleep as to avoid alcoholism and in some point avoid also the commotions they might encounter to during night-outs or parties…</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">It’s not actually bad to drink but let us be reminded of our limitations for us to be not the source of fights and commotions. </span></div>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-8289540457287029192008-02-26T19:45:00.000-08:002008-05-08T02:23:12.416-07:00odd TUESDAY night..<div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">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.</span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> I am listening to the music being played.,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> .,ohhh baby i love your way..everyday..yeaheyeah.,</span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> i wanna be with you night and day...</span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> I am so pre-occupied with things..lots of things.. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> exams..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> papers..</span><br /><div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> money matters..</span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> personal problems..</span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> I continue to listen to the music...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> FORGETFUL LUCY is being played!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> How I wish i could just be like her--FORGETFUL! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> I am scrolling my phone...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> Gallery..images...image 10858</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> a picture of my friemds...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> ohh!!! how I love and adore them so much!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> I feel tired now...sleepy.. and a bit weedy..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> Should I turn-off the music?</span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> Should I turn-off the lights first then the music?</span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> Should I turn-off the music and leave the lights on?</span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> Should I turn-off the lights and let the music bring me to sleep?</span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> Should I turn-off both?</span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> Should I Leave both things on?</span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span> </div><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> I remember now!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> ..how stupid!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> I can't sleep having the lights oFF!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> I am afraid of the dark..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> Then...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> I put-off the.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> GOOD NIGHT..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> zzzZZZzZZZZZZ.....</span>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-36590105564996699132008-02-24T19:48:00.000-08:002008-04-26T18:52:47.303-07:00...????<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFg1ngNwy1R0umEBwHaUl4nOOrXgYKADtQU_5JLxRSFE7pxqslmhy328PSXkoYcu24I6YQa-IHEsXg8m4qMFOiij4eBcE9XLOuR87_ke5VeSFbxN9Geq2-qdvoP-ZNY8QtYN7aFhxa1s/s1600-h/tiKALoN.7397.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirAuFu_uQs-jhw8cezXWfZqBJAlydx6NNL_710Mh9n6ElSdX-Vwd7d3icYm3HzgC5T3xlxckUXW9s1EvRMRXSOWO_lRGvhabsy6HafrUTFWFUj004CB6ixaumv4tIMTdR23TeVSIA6bsY/s320/tiKALoN.7616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170774910127619586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815371227752646599.post-6814722939659935972008-02-23T18:25:00.000-08:002008-02-24T19:34:17.200-08:00ORDINARY yet ONE OF A KIND.,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0zQTj8poA4oKK0UjAFDg03W8rNlx9CMYP6S_oDoCa0qVljzFq_lOHcsNMxdNvShJqHtBEI6iGgXY1_TfwIJ8bR6vK-AcbHIs3lwsE3WITZpkzqz-9lxaNJBFdpfvTsvv-8tvB_wrdDQ/s1600-h/nANaY+nD+tATaY..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0zQTj8poA4oKK0UjAFDg03W8rNlx9CMYP6S_oDoCa0qVljzFq_lOHcsNMxdNvShJqHtBEI6iGgXY1_TfwIJ8bR6vK-AcbHIs3lwsE3WITZpkzqz-9lxaNJBFdpfvTsvv-8tvB_wrdDQ/s320/nANaY+nD+tATaY..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170755170457927138" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br />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. </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">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. </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">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. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">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.,???</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">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. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">:)</span></div>maril_04http://www.blogger.com/profile/10486423807371528063noreply@blogger.com0