Clap your hands say yeah.

Because maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me. And after all, you’re my wonderwall.

“Haunted by humans”

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(the photo is not mine)

Narrated by Death, The Book Thief is the story of Liesel Meminger, a nine-year-old German girl who given up by her mother to live with Hans and Rosa Hubermann in the small town of Molching in 1939, shortly before World War II. On their way to Molching, Liesel’s younger brother Werner dies, and she is traumatized, experiencing nightmares about him for months. Hans is a gentle man who brings her comfort and helps her learn to read, starting with a book Liesel took from the cemetery where her brother was buried. Liesel befriends a neighborhood boy, Rudy Steiner, who falls in love with her. At a book burning, Liesel realizes that her father was persecuted for being a Communist, and that her mother was likely killed by the Nazis for the same crime. She is seen stealing a book from the burning by the mayor’s wife Ilsa Hermann, who later invites Liesel to read in her library.

Keeping a promise he made to the man who saved his life, Hans agrees to hide a Jew named Max Vandenberg in his basement. Liesel and Max become close friends, and Max writes Liesel two stories about their friendship, both of which are reproduced in the novel. When Hans publicly gives bread to an old Jew being sent to a concentration camp, Max must leave, and Hans is drafted into the military at a time when air raids over major German cities were escalating in terms of frequency and fatality. Liesel next sees Max being marched towards the concentration camp at Dachau. Liesel loses hope and begins to disdain the written word, having learnt that Hitler’s propaganda is to blame for the war and the Holocaust and the death of her biological family, but Ilsa encourages her to write. Liesel writes the story of her life in the Hubermanns’ basement, where she miraculously survives an air raid that kills Hans, Rosa, Rudy, and everyone else on her block. Liesel survives the war, as does Max. She goes on to live a long life and dies at an old age (Gradesaver.com)

On the last part of the novel is a quote, “I am haunted by humans”. The Book Thief is framed by Death’s contemplation of the worth of humanity, and Death’s inability to reconcile the remarkable cruelty and the remarkable compassion of which human beings are simultaneously capable. Liesel’s life story contains elements of both, and by the end of the novel, Death appears to be no more capable of judging humanity than at the novel’s outset. Thus, Death tells Liesel that it is “haunted” by humans, just as humans are haunted by Death. A jaded metaphysical being so used to dying could only be fearful of - and, at times, amazed by - those who live.

One of the moral lessons that Liesel learns in The Book Thief is that even in the heart of tragedy, good is still possible.:-)

Utterly happy today. :-)
First is because I finally got my University of the Philippines Notice of Acceptance last Friday. It made me more happy than I was upon checking that I passed the UPCAT Online. The letter just made it like.. like super real. That I haven’t been dreaming.
And second is because I, finally, am able to confirm my slot online. I tried last night but the damn page kept telling me that the page is temporarily unavailable, which made me anxious! But today, I finally got it confirmed, yipeee! :-)

Utterly happy today. :-)

First is because I finally got my University of the Philippines Notice of Acceptance last Friday. It made me more happy than I was upon checking that I passed the UPCAT Online. The letter just made it like.. like super real. That I haven’t been dreaming.

And second is because I, finally, am able to confirm my slot online. I tried last night but the damn page kept telling me that the page is temporarily unavailable, which made me anxious! But today, I finally got it confirmed, yipeee! :-)

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Thirteen Reasons Why.

Why? This Jay Asher’s debut novel reveals thirteen creepy reasons of a girl why she committed suicide. 

I am not going to write a book review on this one since tons of them can be found all over the internet. But perhaps a real life analysis would be better. A friend, Eli, told me about this book. Well, I really should thank him for introducing me to this awesome book. :-)

Since the story is all about a teenage girl and how things and the people around her triggered her thoughts about committing suicide, the bottom line is that we really should be sensitive and mindful with how we act around our friends or other people, because we might not know it, but in one way or another, we are one of the reasons behind other people’s sleepless nights and misery and self pity and even depression. And I know you’re not stupid. We are smart. Smart enough to know how those little things can be the cause of one’s death.

Actually, I intended to make the photo appear to be a little blurred, so please just deal with it. 
Anyway, those are our Values final examination test papers. And as you can see, I got a higher grade than Weldec, proving only that I’m kinder than him. Hahaha.
So I took a snapshot of the papers since these are our last ones in high school. :-)

Actually, I intended to make the photo appear to be a little blurred, so please just deal with it. 

Anyway, those are our Values final examination test papers. And as you can see, I got a higher grade than Weldec, proving only that I’m kinder than him. Hahaha.

So I took a snapshot of the papers since these are our last ones in high school. :-)

Be Brave.

Brave is a 2012 American computer animated fantasy film produced by the Pixar Animation Studioes and distributed by Walt Disney Pictures.

In the film, set in the Scottish Highlands, a skilled archer named Merida defies an age-old custom, causing chaos in her kingdom. After consulting a witch for help, Merida accidentally curses her family and is forced to undo the spell herself before it is too late.

At the end, Merida mentioned this wonderful thought, Some say fate is beyond our command, but I know better. Our destiny is within us. You just have to be brave enough to see it.”

Still, I don’t exactly know how to accept compliments  motioned directly to me. But this, this very heart-warming, stunning, touching and name all the good adjectives describing that heaven feeling present in the English dictionary, truly enlightened me. Truly, I’m way blessed for having so many good friends who does not only want to spend time with me but do care for me as well. And, ironically, loves me too. 
Thank you Eliza! I thank you so much I’d love to hug you til your radii are crushed. You have no idea how that helped me. Thank you. I am totally speechless, thoughtless and wordless right now. And I thank you so much. God bless you anak. And just so you know, I love you too.
PS: It seems you’re not totally lucky for having me as a friend, but I’m always here okay? :-)

Still, I don’t exactly know how to accept compliments  motioned directly to me. But this, this very heart-warming, stunning, touching and name all the good adjectives describing that heaven feeling present in the English dictionary, truly enlightened me. Truly, I’m way blessed for having so many good friends who does not only want to spend time with me but do care for me as well. And, ironically, loves me too. 

Thank you Eliza! I thank you so much I’d love to hug you til your radii are crushed. You have no idea how that helped me. Thank you. I am totally speechless, thoughtless and wordless right now. And I thank you so much. God bless you anak. And just so you know, I love you too.

PS: It seems you’re not totally lucky for having me as a friend, but I’m always here okay? :-)

I only sneaked my phone camera and took a snapshot of this passage which was one of the articles for our National Achievement Test today. I just thought I and you could use some inspiration. Smile. :-)

Thirteen Reasons Why.

#1. I want to be a lawyer.

#2. I’ve been an honor student since kindergarten.

#3. I almost always lie.

#4. I disobey my parents.

#5. I’m not that party type person.

#6. I back stab people in my head.

#7. I want to get noticed.

#8. Sleeping is my favorite hobby.

#9. My parents are so controlling sometimes.

#10. I can stay up until 5 in the morning just reading my favorite book.

#11. I always expect the worst in a person.

#12. I’m a bad person.

#13. I want to be worthy of God’s love.

Those are the Thirteen Reasons I have to answer the question why I am who I am right now. Why I act this way, why I do this, why I did that, why I said that, and why I’d love to do that.

You see, we all have our reasons, and the only person who can truly understand those aside from yourself is God. 

Stained glass.

Coloured glass has been produced since ancient times. Both the Egyptians and the Romans excelled at the manufacture of small coloured glass objects.  Phoenicia was important in glass manufacture with its chief that centres Sidon, Tyre and Antioch. The British Museum holds two of the finest Roman pieces, the Lycurgus Cup which is a murky mustard colour but glows purple-red to transmitted light, and the Portland Vase which is midnight blue, with a carved white overlay.

In Early Christian churches of the 4th and 5th centuries, there are many remaining windows which are filled with ornate patterns of thinly-sliced alabaster set into wooden frames, giving a stained-glass like effect. (Wikipedia).

Anyway, this was my project. Dude, I worked so hard for this one. Well, it’s actually an abstract so don’t ask what’s on the picture. Just deal with my crafty hands, haha. :-)

February 3, 2013

How?

I don’t know. I simply don’t. :-)

I took a deep breath and suck in as much courage that I can and turned to ask mother.

Damn, it was a wrong move. I never should have asked. I already know that I’m a pain in the ass but I never expected it to be that painful especially when it came from my mother. I’ve fathomed that it has always been my fault - my fault from the start, making promises I can’t fulfill. And this is the repercussion, me getting hurt by her sudden outburst. I can’t help but wonder how things would’ve turned out if I didn’t excel before, will they expect more from me, like right now? Damn it’s hard. If only I knew from the start that things would be like this, I wouldn’t dare. The only thing I’m asking right now, if it’s not too much to ask, is understanding. Hello, can someone out there please hear me out and try to consider, because no one in this house seems to grasp my point. It’s been hard living through a day at school these days knowing that everything’s not fine at home, and it’s because of me. I hate being miserable. But I am now, and there’s no one in this world I could run to. I’m not a vocal person when it comes to my deep problems. What if I’d suddenly disappear and die, will they blame themselves and regret the way they treated me before I died? I wonder. And how can I diminish their disappointment? I don’t think I still can. I failed them once, I failed them twice and I’m doing it over and over again. How? Time seems to be the only answer. But how can I possibly live every hour of time if I am ashamed of myself? I don’t know. I don’t know of a medicine that would make me go numb of this feeling, I guess I just have to endure this. This is my punishment.  

I know, I know, I know. I’m supposed to be sleeping right now but I’m not.
My letter A case on my keyboard flew and I had to look for it under the table, good thing I did find it.
Actually, this is a nonsense post. Just got nothing to do and since it’s Friday night, might as well I utilize the moment to update my blog.
I had wasted so much time at school today, I know. But I’m already in trouble, so getting into more of it will only seem oblivious to me.
Yey, graduation is almost there. Can’t wait to go to college and experience how it feels like. Good luck me!

I know, I know, I know. I’m supposed to be sleeping right now but I’m not.

My letter A case on my keyboard flew and I had to look for it under the table, good thing I did find it.

Actually, this is a nonsense post. Just got nothing to do and since it’s Friday night, might as well I utilize the moment to update my blog.

I had wasted so much time at school today, I know. But I’m already in trouble, so getting into more of it will only seem oblivious to me.

Yey, graduation is almost there. Can’t wait to go to college and experience how it feels like. Good luck me!

You guys!

This post is dedicated to my comrades, fellow officers extraordinaire in the SSG.

Thank you so much guys for all the captivating memories we’ve shared together. I wish I could have said this in front on you but I never got the chance and that gathering we had was probably the last. You guys have always been doing a good job. Thank you!

Keep the fire burning! ;)

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College Whatyeahs!

I am on my last 21 days in High School. So let’s face it, I’m leaving my high school - which somehow I’ve been dreading to but then I somehow wish I could stay longer.

Below are just some of the things I will do my best to comply in college. They are just the simpler things, trust me, I’d like to go to extreme things, but then again I’m lazy so I won’t put them all here.

One of those extremes would be to get a henna tattoo, get drunk, cut classes, laugh all day, get courted, wear the same bra for a week and the like. Hahaha

Hallelujah, I’m going to college! :-)

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