the pewter pot

Summer and School

2008-06-17T00:36:00.000-07:00

Summer days are over.,beach and pool times also over.,

It's back to school guys...and I just love it sooo much.

Some may definitely hate to go back to school because of paper works, library works and etc., count me in too.,

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.

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.

It's nice to see them so happy and full of life like never before.,

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.,

It's like being born again in a new world., with people embracing you and your story.,.
willing to listen and hear from you.,

That is what I love about summer,.and that is what I love about school.,..

FRIENDS and STORIES.,and MOMENTS...

xoxo

Dockers Everywhere

2008-05-31T02:19:00.000-07:00

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 Dockers

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.

But wait a minute, did you know that Dockers 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 Dockers. 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 video from shd0728 entitled 'We Speak Your Language'.

So guys, just give it your big shot...be creative,be unique and most especially be original in making your Dockers video commercial and submit it to Dockers contest 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.

Visit Dockers now!

Dockers
Dockers contest

Somewhere Down There

2008-05-24T03:39:00.000-07:00

I hate those people who would really do anything just to put others down.

Those people who are so much capable of fabricating and making stories…

Those who are so unfeeling and cold and heartless…

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.

What do they get from doing such?

Do they feel happy to destroy somebody else’s reputation?

Do they feel lucky and genius enough to have invented such lies?

I really have no idea!

I just feel sorry for them…

Huh!!!

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.

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. They belong somewhere down there….and obviously…we all know it as HELL!!!

xoxo.,

I am in Social SPARK!

2008-05-18T00:43:00.000-07:00

Isn’t it amazing to earn money by just simply using your writing skill?

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.

Joining communities in order to have topics to write about is what I’m after to, and SocialSpark is the most dependable marketplace available. 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. And another brilliant thing about SocialSpark is that it enables bloggers to make friends and stay connected with other people from other countries making them closer to each other even if their across oceans and seas.

SocialSpark also has its own code of ethics in order to attract those individuals interested in joining their community:

-100% Audit-able In-Post Disclosure
-100% Transparency
-100% Real Opinions
-100% Search Engine Friendly

The feature that I really like most about SocialSpark 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.

Below is the screenshot of SocialSpark’s homepage:

Join now and be a part of a lively community!
Earn and have extra money by just simply using your skill in writing.

SocialSpark 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.

Don't hesitate to join and be apart of the community.

SocialSpark
SocialSpark

Rain

2008-05-14T01:20:00.000-07:00

It always rains every afternoon here in our place. Yet, I don’t find it annoying. It even gives me joy and pleasure.

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.)

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.

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...

Approved by Payperpost

2008-05-14T01:14:00.000-07:00

My blog just got approved by Payperpost!

PayPerPost 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.

I consider PayPerPost 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.

I learned about PayPerPost 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 PayPerPost. 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.

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 PayPerPost 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 PayPerPost.

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.
By having PayPerPost 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.
payperpost

The TESTIMONIAL

2008-05-08T03:03:00.000-07:00

*This picture was taken during the JAPANESE Film-Festival at CASS Rooftop.

*Photo taken by: Monette Manahan

This testimonial is for Philip Hope Pequero Mamugay.
I made this with such big effort to show him how I value our relationship so much.
NO..NO...we are not in an intimate relationship.
We are just friends...close friends.

I also made this testimonial for the good and benefit of everyone who
often reads and views our blogs.
You guys may think that we're just pretending to be sweet and friendly with each other...NO...NO...
We're not enemies...we're so..so friends with each other.

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..

I even feel so lucky to have him as a friend.
His witty, smart..intelligent, understanding, and most of all very behave and refine.
What more could I ask for.,?

But you may think I'm envious of him.
ME? ENVIOUS?
Huh?!!! Of course not!

What should I be jealous of?
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,.

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.,!!!

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!!!

See? Our friendship really has no boundaries...no limitations.
We don't really stab each other that hard...that's the secret of our strong-bonded friendship!

Lastly, I made this especially for PEQUERO MAMUGAY to share and show to everyone how lucky I am to have him as a friend!!!
I hope Flipt this very simple and short testimonial of mine soothes your heart and soul...soul...soul.,.

* (you see that spot over there.,??? It's where I had the accident.......and DIED..aaaaAHHHHH!!!)
* (from youtube-keyword: teresa fidalgo...pls do watch this video..it's really nice! It's one of Philip's favorite).,

xoxo.,

My Pledge

2008-05-08T02:31:00.001-07:00

It may sound funny but I just came up with a plan soon after I finish my college course.

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.

Then, here it goes,...
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....

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.

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.,

...Hello Fashion World!!!....(bwahahaha)

Extremely EXTREME

2008-05-08T01:17:00.000-07:00

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Yes! It may sometimes be factitious. But it is really where one can find entertainment so extreme yet so compelling and engaging.

It is where I find the other side of me-- Extremely EXTREME.,!

* For a live footage..do watch wrestling stuff
during Saturdays and Sundays exclusively
on JACK TV..(channel 60).,

An Extended Research Essay of Edgar Allan Poe

2008-05-07T05:06:00.000-07:00

Born in Boston, Massachusetts to parents who were itinerant actors, Edgar Allan Poe marked a different sensation to his readers. 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.

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 artistry somehow survived his impulse for self-destruction. Poe added the concept of professionalism to the role of the writer in America. For him language and its artful use was virtually an end in itself, transcending ideology.

He was born Edgar Poe but when his parents died, he was taken by John and Frances Allan of Richmond, Virginia, who never formally adopted him. After spending a short period of his time at the University of Virginia, and briefly attempting to join military, Edgar Poe and John Allan parted ways due to some misunderstandings brought about by Poe’s apathetic behavior. 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.

Poe’s publishing career began humbly with an anonymous collection of poems credited only to a “Bostonian”.

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. 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.

One of his many amazing works is the ever-famous short and to the point story The Tell-Tale Heart.

The work shows how Poe’s mastery in literature created such an outlandish yet strikingly remarkable piece of tale. It is very much different from other forms and types of common stories that one would usually read. 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. But in Poe’s tale, the narrator remains a mystery to the readers having no name and sex at all. The setting and characters, on the other hand, are also not given the entire focus of the story. 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.

In the story of Poe, he has chosen to be very elusive with the characters. The characters remain nameless throughout the story, being given only the titles of “the narrator” and “the old man”.

In the story, the narrator insists that he is not in sane.

“Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Mad men know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded- with what caution, with what foresight, with what dissimilation I went to work!”

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. The narrator’s motivation for killing the man is notably obscure.

“It is impossible to say how Te first idea entered my brain… Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire.”

The only motivation of the narrator for killing the old man was plainly the old man’s deformed eye.

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.

The Tell-Tale Heart is in fact a great story to be considered. 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.

Having gone through a lot of struggles, sufferings and hardships, Poe indeed is considered a great father of literature.

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.

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.

The historical Edgar Allan Poe has appeared as a fictional character, often representing the “mad genius” or “tormented artist” and exploiting his personal struggles. Many depictions also blend in with characters from his stories, suggesting Poe and his characters share identities.

Many works of Poe is said to be similar to his very own life story. His famous poem entitled “Annabel Lee” is said to be dedicated to his wife Virginia Clemm who died because of consumption. Its subject, Poe’s favorite, is the death of a beautiful woman.

Another work of Poe is “The Fall of the House of Usher”. In the story the narrator visits the crumbling mansion of his friend, Roderick Usher, and tries to dispel Roderick’s gloom. Although his twin sister, Madeline, has been placed in the family vault dead, Roderick is convinced she lives. Madeline arises in trance, and carries her brother to death. The house itself splits asunder and sinks into the tarn. 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.

The dark poem of lost love, “The Raven”, brought Poe national fame. But as usual, connection and similarity was evident.

Poe had loved many women, even married for several times and got lost of his beloved for several times also. The Raven is said to portray the lost of love for several times most specifically in Poe’s own life.

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. What may push one individual over the edge will only cause another to raise an eyebrow.

The life of Poe is unusual making him create unusual and remarkable works of literature, which mostly is based from his own life story. Through this technique of him, people recognized his works making him famous and a renowned figure in literature.

Lost and death may be considered as factors for Poe’s recurring theme in all his works. And being exposed to things like these molded him to be a very uncanny individual. But in spite of all, people loved and adored him because of his works.

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.

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.

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.

References:

“Edgar Allan Poe”, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EdgarAllanPoe

“Edgar Allan Poe: Biography”, http://www.answers.com/topic/edgar-allan-poe

Lodge, Robert A. And Sarah E. Laubacher, “Introduction”, Perspectives in Literature: A Book of Short Stories-2, New York: Harcourt, Brace & World, Inc., 1969. p. 1

MAY 1- Fiesta Celebration!

2008-05-07T04:31:00.000-07:00

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".

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.

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.,

xoxo.,

IPAG's Year of Pearl

2008-05-07T03:28:00.000-07:00

The Integrated Performing Arts Guild has celebrates its 30^th anniversary this year. They have recently presented a twin-bill production entitled “In2rskors” last September 12-22, 2007 at the CASS Rooftop.

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.

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.

“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.

STAM

2008-05-07T02:20:00.000-07:00

Height: 1.78 m (5 ft. 10 in.)
Hair color: Red (now dyed blond)
Eye color: Blue-gray
Measurements: 34-24-34.5
Weight: 108 lb. (49 kg.)

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. Jessica Stam was discovered in a local Tim Hortons coffee shop by Miller, an agent at the International Model Management agency in Barrie, Ontario.

Stam's main trademark is her eyes, which are a light blue bordering on gray. She is also one of the models considered a "doll face".

xoxo.,

2008-05-06T02:23:00.000-07:00

.,Pieces of ME.

These are the pieces of me.,.

These are the people who make me complete.,

These are the people who make me smile and live life to the fullest..

and they are what I call...MY SUCCESS.,

My TATAY and NANAY

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.,

My One and Only Brother

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.,

My KHALIL.,

My laluvz..,hehehe.,what more do i have to say.,??? He's simply my life.,!!!
I love you so much luvz.,
It may sound "korny" but that's life.,you become korny when you fall inLOVE.,right?
x0x0.,

.SHITZ.,

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.,(mga tae jud.,)

.ShuBEO Burgersz

My ever funny and "ki-atan" friends and classmates.,!!!HAHAHA.,
GO ABEO.,GO English Majors.,(iro jud.,)

xoxo.,

2008-05-06T01:47:00.000-07:00

The Great Pretender

I tell you, she’s really a “great pretender”, a hypocrite!

She pretends to be kind and courteous, when in fact she’s really not.

She’ll welcome you with a smile and a hug…but once you turn your back on her.,the sham and the hypocrisy begins.

She thinks she’s the best and the smartest, when in fact, she’s just very good in cheating.

She plays to be a sweet cousin to everyone when in fact, she always has her dagger ready to stab you on the back.

She’s very good in telling stories of her “beautiful childhood” not to mention “puberty”, when in fact they are all delusions.

I CALL HER A “BEAST”—“FEROCIOUS BEAST”.

She may look sane.,but beware.,she’s like an untamed animal ready to attack anyone who crosses her path.

She’s everything that I despise in a person.

I don’t despise her for no valid reason.

I scorn her because she ruined my life.,feeling no remorse at all.

She crushed me into pieces as if we don’t belong to the same clan.

I hate her so much.,but, I tell you..I’m not after vengeance.

I can slap her.,

I can beat her…I can smash her face with a baseball bat.,

I can kick her ass.,I can even punch her ugly nose.,

I can poison her to death.,!!!

But sadly..I can't.,.I just can’t.,!

.,.Because I know it's not the right thing to do..!

All I’m capable of is this – writing.

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.

Don’t smoothly give-in.,

Do not easily develop your trust for them.,

Do hesitate and have second thoughts especially in sharing your deepest secrets to them.,

Take it from me.,!

I’ve been been crushed several times and turned to ashes a million times already.

But I always manage to pick-up the pieces of me.

Not to avenge the people who crushed me but to continue to live as if nothing happened.

I don’t care if I wouldn’t be able to beat them just like what they did to me.

‘Coz I know.,SOMEONE else will do it for me.,

SOMEONE else will basically do a thing against them.,most particularly to her.,when? I don’t know.,but maybe on JUDGMENT DAY...

(they’ll die easily…quickly…I know and I’m sure.,)

2008-05-04T23:48:00.000-07:00

Very Inspiring..(indeed)., YET Sickening

I just want to share to you guys the speech that I personally made when I was still in high school. I was lucky enough that time to have won the title of Ms. Palakasan during our intramurals last year 2003, I guess. I was actually cleaning my room last Wednesday when I found a piece of crumpled paper underneath my table. 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.,!!!..

.......

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. You may wonder what’s so special with this saying, but it’s everything for me. It has given me the real meaning of life and its relation to our dreams. 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. You should never be afraid for the challenges ahead and never be pessimistic. 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.

Just hold fast to your dreams, for if dreams die.., life is like a broken winged-bird that cannot fly. So don’t ever give-up your dreams. Never leave them behind, find them and make them yours and all through your life, cherish them and never ever let them go. 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. So believe in yourself, but never be overconfident, always be satisfied and know that you can, at all times improve. 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. And as of success, you can achieve it if you have the great determination and willingness to pass through the challenges ahead. 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. We all want the things that life offers. But we don’t need as much as we think we do. Sooner or later we will discover that real success can only be found in loving relationships. With our family, friends, strangers, and anyone who crosses our path. What matters is people and what lasts is love. What counts are true friends and if you treasure these things, you can count yourself a success.

Always remember.,. NEVER LET FEAR STAND IN THE WAY OF YOUR DREAMS.!

(ngil-ngig jud cxa.,pwamis..)

ehehe., XOXO.,

2008-05-04T23:33:00.000-07:00

ANNE SEXTON

There are probably lots of poets that have contributed a vast involvement in the world of literature. These poets became inspirations for modern-day poets for them to be able to have an interesting and appealing work of literature.

One of these poets is Anne Sexton. Anne Sexton is among the most celebrated and tragic poets of the confessional school.

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.

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.

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. 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.

Her experiences and life struggles were the main recipe for all her works. She used these struggles enable for her to convey the guilt, loss, despair that her self is experiencing. It was also a way for her to escape reality and put herself in a moment of isolation to the real world.

Her first volume, To Bedlam and Part Way Back, 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. The poems of All My Pretty Ones further illustrate Sexton's aptitude for invoking musical rhythms and arresting imagery. Entitled after a line from Shakespeare's Macbeth, 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.

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. Another poem which talks about death is the poem “The Death of Fathers”.

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.

In the poem which she dedicated to her close friend Sylvia Plath, she represented death in a very creative way through imagery:

under our heart, our cupboard,

and I see now that we store him up

year after year, old suicides

and I know at the news of your death

a terrible taste for it, like salt,

(And me,

me too.

And now, Sylvia,

you again

with death again,

that ride home

with our boy.)

And I say only

with my arms stretched out into that stone place,

what is your death

but an old belonging,

a mole that fell out

of one of your poems?

She used the representation of death in a presence of our boy which is in fact a creative and very original way of making a poem. Such poem also talks about death that Sexton very much desired.

The poem “Wanting to Die” also shows an evident proof how Sexton very much values and loves death.

But suicides have a special language.

Like carpenters they want to know which tools.

They never ask why build.

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. Her poems are apparently correlated to the experiences that life has bestowed upon her. She is very much in ove with death that most of her poems are about it. 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.

Another poem where death is present is the poem “Live” which is oppose to her other poem “Wanting to Die”. In here, she opposes what she wrote on the other said poem. 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.

I promise to love more if they come,

because in spite of cruelty

and the stuffed railroad cars for the ovens,

I am not what I expected. Not an Eichmann.

The poison just didn't take.

So I won't hang around in my hospital shift,

repeating The Black Mass and all of it.

I say Live, Live because of the sun,

the dream, the excitable gift.

And just like her other poems, “The Death Baby” is a sequence of psalms that mostly talk about death. It is very visible through the use of her words that Sexton indeed desires death in a great extent and degree.

1. DREAMS

My sister at six

dreamt nightly of my death:

"The baby turned to ice.

Someone put her in the refrigerator

and she turned as hard as a Popsicle."

2. THE DY-DEE DOLL

My Dy-dee doll

died twice.

Once when I snapped

her head off

and let if float in the toilet

and once under the sun lamp

trying to get warm

she melted.

3. SEVEN TIMES

I died seven times

in seven ways

letting death give me a sign,

letting death place his mark on my forehead,

crossed over, crossed over

4.MADONNA

My mother died

unrocked, unrocked.

Weeks at her deathbed

5. MAX

Max and I

two immoderate sisters,

two immoderate writers,

two burdeners,

made a pact.

To beat death down with a stick.

To take over.

To build our death like carpenters.

6. BABY

Death,

you lie in my arms like a cherub,

as heavy as bread dough.

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. 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. Sexton remains among the most important female poets of her generation.

2008-04-26T03:26:00.000-07:00

Psychoanalytic Approach on “On A Saturday Afternoon”

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 Europe, estranged it from its essence.

The Oxford English Dictionary (OED) defines Psychoanalysis as “A therapeutic method, originated by Sigmund Freud, 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.

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.

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. 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.

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 repression is lacking, though there is ample evidence that conscious thought and behavior are influenced by non conscious memories and processes.

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.

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…

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).

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

2008-04-24T00:52:00.000-07:00

BUKIDNON FEVER

.,ang mga puta.,live in BUKIDNON.,KAAMULAN FESTIVAL

"si inday at ang mga katutubo.,"

PRADA Models.,on TOUR.,
(lip.,?struggle.,? trying very hard to stand-out.,??duh.,!!)

.,papparazzi.,

2008-04-04T00:23:00.000-07:00

Me and THE BIBLE

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.

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.”

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.

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.”

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.

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.

XOXO.,

2008-03-15T04:09:00.000-07:00

CATS

I do love theatre and arts that’s why I really enjoy joining performances and productions. Recently, I was able to be a part of a musical production and it was such an unforgettable and extraordinary experience for me.

I was in fact, at first, hesitant to join the play because there was hardly enough time to rehearse the dance steps and songs. But I still decided to join because I really didn’t want to disappoint Ma’am Jinggay-the director.

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. The 3:00 p.m. presentation was not that good though because of some technical problems that we encountered during the performance. 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.

But what was really amazing was during our final performance (7:00 p.m.). 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. 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.

The play CATS was really a success for all of us. 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.

I really am very thankful to my co-CATS who really did their best for the success of the play. And also to Ma’am Jinggay who really believed in our talents and who was so supportive, compassionate, and encouraging till the very end.

…..meow…meow…meow… (*.*)..

2008-03-03T03:58:00.000-08:00

Forgive him…he’s drunk...
(From a lady’s point of view)

Is being drunk a good excuse?

I think it’s not!

Some would just say this statement or expression (Forgive him…he’s drunk...) 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.

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???

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???

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?

My goodness…

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…

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.

odd TUESDAY night..

2008-02-26T19:45:00.000-08:00

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

I am listening to the music being played.,

.,ohhh baby i love your way..everyday..yeaheyeah.,

i wanna be with you night and day...

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

exams..
papers..

money matters..

personal problems..

I continue to listen to the music...

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

I am scrolling my phone...

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

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

Should I turn-off the music?

Should I turn-off the lights first then the music?

Should I turn-off the music and leave the lights on?

Should I turn-off the lights and let the music bring me to sleep?

Should I turn-off both?

Should I Leave both things on?

I remember now!!!
..how stupid!

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

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

GOOD NIGHT..

zzzZZZzZZZZZZ.....

...????

2008-02-24T19:48:00.000-08:00

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

ORDINARY yet ONE OF A KIND.,

2008-02-23T18:25:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

I really am very thankful to God for giving me the kind of parents that i have now.,one is hard-working and the other one is willing to do anything and everything for me and my brother.,.isn't that remarkable.,???

Let us all be proud of our parents.,let us devote even just a short moment of our time to be with them and show them and let them feel how gratified we are to have them us our parents. Let us practice what they preach us about life and about the world.,in this case.,they would also feel lucky for having us as their children knowing that we are practicing what they taught us. Making them feel our love is the best way to let them know that we are satisfied to have them.

tHe PatTerN of DEATH.,

2008-02-22T19:43:00.000-08:00

I wonder why poets, artists, writers and those who are considered to be the people of literature and the arts desire death so much. They yearn for death in a great deal that they want to make it theirs and they crave to be always near it. I really have this thought for a very long time already, since I encountered poems of known poets and writers who long for death in an eccentric way. I mean, I am only a "normal" person who loves to daydream and considers yearning for something or someone, but as I could recall, there was never a time that I desire death and long for it in any range of imagination.

I am actually an English Major student and I am proud to say that I am learning so many things because of this course, particularly in literature. But of all of the things that we've discussed and encountered, I came to notice the recurring theme among the works of literature which is DEATH.

Many writers or poets would usually say death is beautiful and some would consider that if life had lost its sense .,the only key, as they would say,.for life to bring back its sense would be DEATH. See?...isn't it weird..?? Why is it that they find so much desire and pleasure in the presence of death??? WHY..??

Well, I am not against it..I am just bewildered by the relationship between death and these people. Why these people??? Why not ordinary ones like teachers, engineers, singers, dancers, and etc.,??? Why typically the ones who are writers, poets or artists.,??? Yes, there are probably some teachers, singers, or ordinary people who also desire death to the extent like these artists but why is there a pattern... mostly constituted by the people of literature and the arts???

If you happen to know exactly the reason behind this issue or pattern.,please do explicate it to me thoroughly so as i could have a clear thought about the correlation between death and poets...

:)enx..

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

2008-02-21T03:07:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"When the doctors came they said that she had died of heart disease - of joy that kills."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Last of the Mohicans: Elements Further Explicated

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Love and Romance

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

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

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

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

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

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

Friendship

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

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

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

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

Family

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

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

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

Race

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vengeance

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

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

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

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

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

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

Loyalty

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

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

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

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

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