Who would have known that Mars was at fault?
For my sunlight has gone gray and my blue sky has gone white
and all my rainbows had turned black.
Who would have thought that Venus was on the way?
Blocking the fire, the water, the wind an the rain
Who would have thought that earth would be a disgrace?
While it slowly eats the flame left in me and chills the back of my bone
Each killing a child and a heart
with a clock on one hand and a pen on the other
No one ever told me that meeting these three would lose my light
Lose my eternity...
Aug 13, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
A trip to the zoo
*OKAY GRAMMAR ERRORS EVERYWHERE. :) I was still young when I wrote this :p But as usual I'm too lazy to edit :p
By Denice Sharina P. Lao
It was my life-long dream to be able to visit the zoo and see real live animals moving and acting. I was very much excited to prepare for the day that was already marked in my calendar a week before. Everything was packed, the bottled water just in case I needed water for survival of dehydration, my hand towel ready for any dirt and my camera to take memories home with me.
My sister and I, together with her friends first paid the entrance fee which is about 40 pesos for the adults. When you look at the exterior of the zoo, everything was not so tidy but it kind of gave a warm and happy atmosphere especially when the kids who go out of the gate are all joyous and energetic. My nerves fluctuated badly, the feeling of excitement and a leaping feeling started my whole experience.
When we entered the zoo, the first thing that caught my eye was the elephant whose eyes looked lonely and whose skin was torn out as if it’s leather that’s often used. He had no companion with him and was just walking in circles as if there was no sense and direction at all I tried asking why the elephant was alone but my sister’s friend told me that its companion died about a year ago and that it was broadcasted on television. I wasn’t amused by what I saw but in fact, I was heart-broken. Living in a place walled by steel and eating the same food everyday isn’t really what I expected it to be. Looking in that elephant’s eyes was like looking at a window that’s wet by rain, it’s sad, dark and hurt. The look on him gave me a feeling that I want to free him but I am just a visitor of that place, I didn’t even have the strength to complain about it.
We continued the sight-seeing and tried enjoying the various animals that was there. With all my might, I tried erasing the memory of the elephant’s teary eyes but before I was able to succeed in the deletion of that scenario I saw an unusual monkey hanged in one of the logs. Why was it unusual? Well, the monkey was eating a chocolate pinipig ice cream with a Popsicle stick and looked like he was enjoying it. I was first amazed by that unique picture until I noticed that the children were the ones who gave the innocent monkey the ice cream. They were laughing and making fun of the monkey who did nothing but follow the orders of the so called “most intelligent animals.” I felt smoke coming out of my ear, wanting to scold those children that giving that monkey ice cream to eat is not at all a funny thing. However, before I even laid a finger on those children, another thing caught my attention. There were actually guards and animal assistants that were supposed to be watching out for the animals and giving care to them. Those assistants saw the monkey-eating-ice-cream and just ignored it looking straight and blank in thin air. My sister tried to hold me back when I started making loud complains so that people could actually realize how immoral their actions are.
I cooperated with them and decided to move to the other side of that cage and unsurprisingly another monkey is bullied by “great people.” They throw chips inside the monkey’s cage and the idealess monkey eats up the chips. The worst part is that the parents are the ones initiating the act of their children. They even laugh while handing over the pack of chips to these three year old kids and point out where the chips should be thrown. I once again tried forgetting what I saw and started leaving the place before I could disrespect unrespectable people.
We went up in a little hut to rest and beside the hut’s stairs stood the old ostrich. I watched the ostrich with amusement and was glad that there was actually something that day that I shouldn’t be frustrated of. I enjoyed looking at the ostrich until a family came to enjoy the sight as well. The next scene was the worst scene I’ve seen the whole day. They gave the ostrich chocolate and the ostrich started to choke. I waited for the ostrich to calm down but it was already five minutes and still his throat kept on moving as if choking continuously. His eyes were like same as the elephant’s, it was teary. I didn’t want to look because every time I try to I feel like crying seeing his little eyes wet. Just like before I wanted to scold these people, but seeing the scenes around me made me feel hopeless. I realized that even if I made a scene out of a tortured ostrich, nothing will change and no one will listen.
It was hard to say but the zoo experience really struck me badly. I saw that people take our fellow animals for granted and worst make fun of them without even thinking of what they feel. They too have feelings and they too get hurt. It was already bad enough that they are caged and taken away far from their homes but being tortured and made a fool when in fact they are already doing us a favor by enduring the smelly cage with no one beside them is already too much. Let us open our eyes and see how valuable these creatures that we belittle are. They may have feathers or are bald but still they are living creatures that are made to be treasured and respected. If it weren’t for them we humans won’t be so great at all. Caging them up and stealing their life from them is not right. They also have a life like we do. We complain if anyone of us is hurt or if someone was fooled but we never think of these poor innocent creatures that, we, humans abuse. We are the highest forms of “animals,” this just means that we are no different than they are. The term was just differed because the word “highest” attached to it. We are the same types and we both are brothers and sisters. Let’s not wait for the day that we’ll be the ones caged up and played around, the ones dragged away from our homes and the ones treated like slaves. They may be small and they may look different but a creature’s worth is not on how they look nor how they speak but how their heart works and how they act. It’s shameful to think that in this world nothing is acting the way they should, it’s simply because animals behave more like humans and humans ironically act like animals.
By Denice Sharina P. Lao
It was my life-long dream to be able to visit the zoo and see real live animals moving and acting. I was very much excited to prepare for the day that was already marked in my calendar a week before. Everything was packed, the bottled water just in case I needed water for survival of dehydration, my hand towel ready for any dirt and my camera to take memories home with me.
My sister and I, together with her friends first paid the entrance fee which is about 40 pesos for the adults. When you look at the exterior of the zoo, everything was not so tidy but it kind of gave a warm and happy atmosphere especially when the kids who go out of the gate are all joyous and energetic. My nerves fluctuated badly, the feeling of excitement and a leaping feeling started my whole experience.
When we entered the zoo, the first thing that caught my eye was the elephant whose eyes looked lonely and whose skin was torn out as if it’s leather that’s often used. He had no companion with him and was just walking in circles as if there was no sense and direction at all I tried asking why the elephant was alone but my sister’s friend told me that its companion died about a year ago and that it was broadcasted on television. I wasn’t amused by what I saw but in fact, I was heart-broken. Living in a place walled by steel and eating the same food everyday isn’t really what I expected it to be. Looking in that elephant’s eyes was like looking at a window that’s wet by rain, it’s sad, dark and hurt. The look on him gave me a feeling that I want to free him but I am just a visitor of that place, I didn’t even have the strength to complain about it.
We continued the sight-seeing and tried enjoying the various animals that was there. With all my might, I tried erasing the memory of the elephant’s teary eyes but before I was able to succeed in the deletion of that scenario I saw an unusual monkey hanged in one of the logs. Why was it unusual? Well, the monkey was eating a chocolate pinipig ice cream with a Popsicle stick and looked like he was enjoying it. I was first amazed by that unique picture until I noticed that the children were the ones who gave the innocent monkey the ice cream. They were laughing and making fun of the monkey who did nothing but follow the orders of the so called “most intelligent animals.” I felt smoke coming out of my ear, wanting to scold those children that giving that monkey ice cream to eat is not at all a funny thing. However, before I even laid a finger on those children, another thing caught my attention. There were actually guards and animal assistants that were supposed to be watching out for the animals and giving care to them. Those assistants saw the monkey-eating-ice-cream and just ignored it looking straight and blank in thin air. My sister tried to hold me back when I started making loud complains so that people could actually realize how immoral their actions are.
I cooperated with them and decided to move to the other side of that cage and unsurprisingly another monkey is bullied by “great people.” They throw chips inside the monkey’s cage and the idealess monkey eats up the chips. The worst part is that the parents are the ones initiating the act of their children. They even laugh while handing over the pack of chips to these three year old kids and point out where the chips should be thrown. I once again tried forgetting what I saw and started leaving the place before I could disrespect unrespectable people.
We went up in a little hut to rest and beside the hut’s stairs stood the old ostrich. I watched the ostrich with amusement and was glad that there was actually something that day that I shouldn’t be frustrated of. I enjoyed looking at the ostrich until a family came to enjoy the sight as well. The next scene was the worst scene I’ve seen the whole day. They gave the ostrich chocolate and the ostrich started to choke. I waited for the ostrich to calm down but it was already five minutes and still his throat kept on moving as if choking continuously. His eyes were like same as the elephant’s, it was teary. I didn’t want to look because every time I try to I feel like crying seeing his little eyes wet. Just like before I wanted to scold these people, but seeing the scenes around me made me feel hopeless. I realized that even if I made a scene out of a tortured ostrich, nothing will change and no one will listen.
It was hard to say but the zoo experience really struck me badly. I saw that people take our fellow animals for granted and worst make fun of them without even thinking of what they feel. They too have feelings and they too get hurt. It was already bad enough that they are caged and taken away far from their homes but being tortured and made a fool when in fact they are already doing us a favor by enduring the smelly cage with no one beside them is already too much. Let us open our eyes and see how valuable these creatures that we belittle are. They may have feathers or are bald but still they are living creatures that are made to be treasured and respected. If it weren’t for them we humans won’t be so great at all. Caging them up and stealing their life from them is not right. They also have a life like we do. We complain if anyone of us is hurt or if someone was fooled but we never think of these poor innocent creatures that, we, humans abuse. We are the highest forms of “animals,” this just means that we are no different than they are. The term was just differed because the word “highest” attached to it. We are the same types and we both are brothers and sisters. Let’s not wait for the day that we’ll be the ones caged up and played around, the ones dragged away from our homes and the ones treated like slaves. They may be small and they may look different but a creature’s worth is not on how they look nor how they speak but how their heart works and how they act. It’s shameful to think that in this world nothing is acting the way they should, it’s simply because animals behave more like humans and humans ironically act like animals.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Values from Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen)
Part of a Novel Analysis
By Denice Sharina P. Lao
“Marriage can never be called a marriage unless it is done with love, sacrifice and sincerity.”
This occurred to me as I finished the book with mild satisfaction as it ticked my mind to the what ifs of the novel. What if Elizabeth have agreed to marry Collins and realize her affection for Darcy, would there be an affair? What if Darcy Never interfered with Bingley and Jane, would they have an early happily ever after? These questions kept on bugging me until I realized that these odd situations didn’t happened cause of one thing, love. Maybe this realization is already given and too common but I stick to what had most occurred to me, that real love is not measured by the butterflies in your stomach and tingling electricity through your veins, it is the feeling of being incomplete without that person. People misunderstand the “I cannot live without you” cliché; they treat it as love already. Yes, I said love is being incomplete without the other person but love doesn’t mean anything if it just words, it must be seen through actions. Love fulfills us, completes us and inspires us. If we fail our quizzes or got our lives miserable because of love then I dare day love isn’t enough, because in love you do not let yourself get destructed but instead lift yourself up to prove you are worthy of the person.
Elizabeth, following her thoughts and finding her own direction without the command of others helped her find true love and happiness to Jane. She did not let love eat the other parts of her life and forget her love for her family. Like marriage, love is never called love if there is doubt, if there is self-destruction and greed and if there are only words to it. People do not find true love by chance, it a study, a study that should take long to master and to realize. Loving at first sight or realizing love in just a minute is mere infatuation. Like a master’s degree, it is sort out carefully, not over-thinking but internalizing every detail, not memorizing but understanding, not ordered by other people but a feedback from our own bodies. Love, is already a cliché itself but what people do not know is that love is not simple, love can never be, that love is very strong that it can give life or kill, and with this, Jane Austen had displayed her heroine in the right respect for love, learning from the mistake, sorting out the truth and being true to oneself.
By Denice Sharina P. Lao
“Marriage can never be called a marriage unless it is done with love, sacrifice and sincerity.”
This occurred to me as I finished the book with mild satisfaction as it ticked my mind to the what ifs of the novel. What if Elizabeth have agreed to marry Collins and realize her affection for Darcy, would there be an affair? What if Darcy Never interfered with Bingley and Jane, would they have an early happily ever after? These questions kept on bugging me until I realized that these odd situations didn’t happened cause of one thing, love. Maybe this realization is already given and too common but I stick to what had most occurred to me, that real love is not measured by the butterflies in your stomach and tingling electricity through your veins, it is the feeling of being incomplete without that person. People misunderstand the “I cannot live without you” cliché; they treat it as love already. Yes, I said love is being incomplete without the other person but love doesn’t mean anything if it just words, it must be seen through actions. Love fulfills us, completes us and inspires us. If we fail our quizzes or got our lives miserable because of love then I dare day love isn’t enough, because in love you do not let yourself get destructed but instead lift yourself up to prove you are worthy of the person.
Elizabeth, following her thoughts and finding her own direction without the command of others helped her find true love and happiness to Jane. She did not let love eat the other parts of her life and forget her love for her family. Like marriage, love is never called love if there is doubt, if there is self-destruction and greed and if there are only words to it. People do not find true love by chance, it a study, a study that should take long to master and to realize. Loving at first sight or realizing love in just a minute is mere infatuation. Like a master’s degree, it is sort out carefully, not over-thinking but internalizing every detail, not memorizing but understanding, not ordered by other people but a feedback from our own bodies. Love, is already a cliché itself but what people do not know is that love is not simple, love can never be, that love is very strong that it can give life or kill, and with this, Jane Austen had displayed her heroine in the right respect for love, learning from the mistake, sorting out the truth and being true to oneself.
Monday, May 24, 2010
-B-E-A-U-T-Y-
*Note to readers: this is a really old article and there are grammatical errors here but I'm too lazy to edit so yah XD
By Denice Sharina P. Lao
Our beauty checklist would always have the following requirements: fair skin, gorgeous body and pretty face, be it teenagers or adults tend to have the same ideal Aphrodite in mind.
The judgment of beauty in our present society is only patterned by how media characterize it. If a commercial says that papaya soaps work then it does even if it doesn’t, if age-defying creams make our face younger it does even if it actually doesn’t and if diet pills can lessen our weight in just a couple of months people would actually believe them even without proven evidence. The effects of media has not only affected the perception of the public on things but has also affected the insecurity of the youth and even the old, of men and women. Media has influenced people to follow a certain standard, a criteria and a judgment on who is considered beautiful. People have been hypnotized that beauty is only skin and bones when in fact in ancient times fat was actually beautiful.
Media has influenced people to be extravagant and be wasteful on buying products only to beautify themselves. This just shows the level of insecurity people are feeling, the more they think they are far from the standards of being beautiful, the more they feel the need to fix themselves. We might think that the models we see are the most confident and the most satisfied creatures on earth but in fact they are one of the most insecure people, for some had to undergo operations, lasers and a bunch of make up just to be contended with how they look. Every one of us has already been polluted of being obsessed with beautification, of being accepted in our society and of being what the media wants us to be. Even children as early as the age of three already want to be as cute as their favorite Powerpuff girl and want to be as attractive as their Barbie doll; on the other hand, little boys want to have masculine bodies of their favorite wrestlers and of their action figures. More than making people feel insecure; media has also implanted idealism when it comes to the real value of beauty. It shows features that are almost impossible to have, such as a wealthy bust line, a slim waist line, and a hip measurement congruent to the bust line, in short the all-so-famous coca-cola body. This is one strategy that beauty products and beautification-related businesses (using media) use to attract more customers for they know that it will take these customers long enough to achieve that perfect appearance which would mean that more of their products will be sold. With this madness over beautification, the business industry tends to take advantage of the situation that each individual wants to step a good foot forward and that being beautiful is one factor in society acceptance.
The standards of being beautiful have encouraged racism, inequality and discrimination that are one of the world’s biggest issues today. With stereotype perceptions that black is evil and white is good, that people with eye glasses are nerds and people without are not, that poor people are without breeding and rich ones are mannered, that women are weak and men are strong, that old ones are wiser than young ones, that bankers are rich and clerks are not and that the latest trends are beautiful and the old ones aren’t, superior and inferior relationships tend to grow among individuals. For instance, the discrimination on black men that is still an issue is one example of how people follow that standard of being beautiful. Every insult to the ugly, every degrading comment, every mocking word said are all made by people whose minds are already polluted by the standards of media.
Beauty is not just about physical attractiveness, or what other people think. Beauty is what’s inside you. You may have the weirdest fashion statement but it is in how you bring yourself, how confident you are letting people see how beautiful you are. It’s not just about having the greatest body or the fairest complexion, it’s about letting people see how beautiful life is when they look at you. Beauty is like a word stuck on a stick, controlled and cannot be moved, it follows a pattern that everyone must follow. It is only up to you whether you will allow yourself to be stuck on that stick forever or remove the stick, fill up the holes that were made and bring out your brightest colors and show what beauty really is.
By Denice Sharina P. Lao
Our beauty checklist would always have the following requirements: fair skin, gorgeous body and pretty face, be it teenagers or adults tend to have the same ideal Aphrodite in mind.
The judgment of beauty in our present society is only patterned by how media characterize it. If a commercial says that papaya soaps work then it does even if it doesn’t, if age-defying creams make our face younger it does even if it actually doesn’t and if diet pills can lessen our weight in just a couple of months people would actually believe them even without proven evidence. The effects of media has not only affected the perception of the public on things but has also affected the insecurity of the youth and even the old, of men and women. Media has influenced people to follow a certain standard, a criteria and a judgment on who is considered beautiful. People have been hypnotized that beauty is only skin and bones when in fact in ancient times fat was actually beautiful.
Media has influenced people to be extravagant and be wasteful on buying products only to beautify themselves. This just shows the level of insecurity people are feeling, the more they think they are far from the standards of being beautiful, the more they feel the need to fix themselves. We might think that the models we see are the most confident and the most satisfied creatures on earth but in fact they are one of the most insecure people, for some had to undergo operations, lasers and a bunch of make up just to be contended with how they look. Every one of us has already been polluted of being obsessed with beautification, of being accepted in our society and of being what the media wants us to be. Even children as early as the age of three already want to be as cute as their favorite Powerpuff girl and want to be as attractive as their Barbie doll; on the other hand, little boys want to have masculine bodies of their favorite wrestlers and of their action figures. More than making people feel insecure; media has also implanted idealism when it comes to the real value of beauty. It shows features that are almost impossible to have, such as a wealthy bust line, a slim waist line, and a hip measurement congruent to the bust line, in short the all-so-famous coca-cola body. This is one strategy that beauty products and beautification-related businesses (using media) use to attract more customers for they know that it will take these customers long enough to achieve that perfect appearance which would mean that more of their products will be sold. With this madness over beautification, the business industry tends to take advantage of the situation that each individual wants to step a good foot forward and that being beautiful is one factor in society acceptance.
The standards of being beautiful have encouraged racism, inequality and discrimination that are one of the world’s biggest issues today. With stereotype perceptions that black is evil and white is good, that people with eye glasses are nerds and people without are not, that poor people are without breeding and rich ones are mannered, that women are weak and men are strong, that old ones are wiser than young ones, that bankers are rich and clerks are not and that the latest trends are beautiful and the old ones aren’t, superior and inferior relationships tend to grow among individuals. For instance, the discrimination on black men that is still an issue is one example of how people follow that standard of being beautiful. Every insult to the ugly, every degrading comment, every mocking word said are all made by people whose minds are already polluted by the standards of media.
Beauty is not just about physical attractiveness, or what other people think. Beauty is what’s inside you. You may have the weirdest fashion statement but it is in how you bring yourself, how confident you are letting people see how beautiful you are. It’s not just about having the greatest body or the fairest complexion, it’s about letting people see how beautiful life is when they look at you. Beauty is like a word stuck on a stick, controlled and cannot be moved, it follows a pattern that everyone must follow. It is only up to you whether you will allow yourself to be stuck on that stick forever or remove the stick, fill up the holes that were made and bring out your brightest colors and show what beauty really is.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Rosie
*This is a short story I made when I was in third year High School. PLEASE no stealing of work. THIS IS MINE. It sucks I know but plagirism is getting popular these days so I'd appreciate it if this stays here.
By Denice Sharina P. Lao
There was once a girl who never smiled. She was as pretty as her mother. She had these curls and jet black hair that matches her black eyes. At first look, you’ll feel that she was blessed with such traits such as wealth. Though her mother loved her so, still, she never tried to smile.
Every night, when the little girl sleeps she would be crying in her bed and would have nightmares that no one was aware of. Her parents tried to bring her to a psychologist many times before but whenever they get there, she would always make excuses to go home and take a rest instead.
Though she was only eight years old, she knew who to trust and who to stick to. No one ever knew even her parents why she was like that. She never played with friends and never had one, she just sat there, and has tea with her doll Rosie just like a cultured woman.
On her ninth birthday, the little girl’s parents threw a party to cheer up the child but instead of enjoying herself, she stayed in her room and cried. Her parents didn’t know what to do. At last the child spoke, “Mother, can you please come here?” The mother went quickly to her daughter’s place. “Come closer,” the little girl said. The mother did as she was told. The little girl’s hand hold her mother’s and asked, “Do you remember when you took me in here?”
“Of course sweet heart, that’s the best day of our life.”
“Ok, I’ll go to sleep first, good night.”
The next day, the child was missing in her bedroom. Her parents searched for her everywhere. They called the police and for a week, the child was not found. The mother kept crying everyday and one night she went to her baby’s bedroom and lied on her bed. Then she saw her favorite doll her baby was always with. She held it and saw a paper slip off.
“Dear Rosie,
By the time you read this, you’re already alone in my bed with no one to play with. I’m going out for a while and find the ocean I’ve been looking for. It’s already been three years since my mother died and my foster parents adopted me. I’ve been preparing this for three years too. I’ve already said my goodbye to mother last night. I cannot risk their life with me staying here. I cannot smile anymore, if it could kill more people. You’ve seen me grow tall Rosie and I know you never knew how I killed my mama and papa. I never meant it. Remember that day on the park? We were so happy. Then I saw those pretty pink flowers that made me smile all day. Remember how I longed for it every week? Well, I got a confession to make. I never told you Rosie how I accidentally murdered my parents. We were eating at the park and papa noticed how I smiled with those pretty pink flowers. I really liked them Rosie, I thought they were my life, so I asked papa to finally buy me one. I still remember how papa said ‘It’s because of your smile baby, I’m giving it to you.’ Then two men in black came and shot papa dead then they grabbed me, mama was screaming and then they shot mom. The last words I heard from papa was ‘Keep smiling baby.’ That’s the reason why I never smiled for years. I knew I’d kill them if I smiled again and I love mother so much, so I’ve decided to live in the ocean. Good bye Rosie.”
Weeks after, the child was found dead near the river in the same park. The mother cried badly for the lost of her child. For the past three years, the little girl thought she was the one who killed her parents. She thought that her greed murdered them, that smiling was the saddest thing she ever did.
By Denice Sharina P. Lao
There was once a girl who never smiled. She was as pretty as her mother. She had these curls and jet black hair that matches her black eyes. At first look, you’ll feel that she was blessed with such traits such as wealth. Though her mother loved her so, still, she never tried to smile.
Every night, when the little girl sleeps she would be crying in her bed and would have nightmares that no one was aware of. Her parents tried to bring her to a psychologist many times before but whenever they get there, she would always make excuses to go home and take a rest instead.
Though she was only eight years old, she knew who to trust and who to stick to. No one ever knew even her parents why she was like that. She never played with friends and never had one, she just sat there, and has tea with her doll Rosie just like a cultured woman.
On her ninth birthday, the little girl’s parents threw a party to cheer up the child but instead of enjoying herself, she stayed in her room and cried. Her parents didn’t know what to do. At last the child spoke, “Mother, can you please come here?” The mother went quickly to her daughter’s place. “Come closer,” the little girl said. The mother did as she was told. The little girl’s hand hold her mother’s and asked, “Do you remember when you took me in here?”
“Of course sweet heart, that’s the best day of our life.”
“Ok, I’ll go to sleep first, good night.”
The next day, the child was missing in her bedroom. Her parents searched for her everywhere. They called the police and for a week, the child was not found. The mother kept crying everyday and one night she went to her baby’s bedroom and lied on her bed. Then she saw her favorite doll her baby was always with. She held it and saw a paper slip off.
“Dear Rosie,
By the time you read this, you’re already alone in my bed with no one to play with. I’m going out for a while and find the ocean I’ve been looking for. It’s already been three years since my mother died and my foster parents adopted me. I’ve been preparing this for three years too. I’ve already said my goodbye to mother last night. I cannot risk their life with me staying here. I cannot smile anymore, if it could kill more people. You’ve seen me grow tall Rosie and I know you never knew how I killed my mama and papa. I never meant it. Remember that day on the park? We were so happy. Then I saw those pretty pink flowers that made me smile all day. Remember how I longed for it every week? Well, I got a confession to make. I never told you Rosie how I accidentally murdered my parents. We were eating at the park and papa noticed how I smiled with those pretty pink flowers. I really liked them Rosie, I thought they were my life, so I asked papa to finally buy me one. I still remember how papa said ‘It’s because of your smile baby, I’m giving it to you.’ Then two men in black came and shot papa dead then they grabbed me, mama was screaming and then they shot mom. The last words I heard from papa was ‘Keep smiling baby.’ That’s the reason why I never smiled for years. I knew I’d kill them if I smiled again and I love mother so much, so I’ve decided to live in the ocean. Good bye Rosie.”
Weeks after, the child was found dead near the river in the same park. The mother cried badly for the lost of her child. For the past three years, the little girl thought she was the one who killed her parents. She thought that her greed murdered them, that smiling was the saddest thing she ever did.
Pancakes, anyone?
*OK before you read nay of these. This was my theology paper from 2nd semester last year. It's old stuff already. It's about the true meaning of charity from my pov. So I suggest not reading it if this is not you topic. ^^
The word charity has been tossed around lately like hot pancakes from frying pans. Charity for Ondoy victims, charity for Christmas, charity for New Year, indeed they were rather right when people said, election period is charity period.
With candidates doing “charity” for Ondoy victims, giving out relief goods with their faces and names written all over it, giving out free food for hungry citizens with a stamp-my-face-in-your-hand requirement, yes indeed the so called “charity” is in the air. Sometimes I even wonder when I see these instances if these politicians actually know that charity should be selfLESS not selfISH. Moreover, these people (not only them but most of us) claim that they have this “faith” in God, “faith” in God’s power and grace and use these “CHARITY” as proofs of their advertised faith. Since when was fake charity a proof of faith? Since people started to take advantage of unfortunate situations to put themselves up. Charity is meant to help and love other people. It is not done because of narcissistic love but love for other people. Charity doesn’t mean you have to experience pain and give pleasures to others only. It means being happy because other people are happy, feeling genuine sympathy when others are sad and giving what you have and end up still being happy because you know you gave it and you know you wanted to give it. And surely, charity isn’t an act activated only when you need something.
If people really have faith in God then doing charity isn’t much of a hard thing to do because it comes naturally. Charity is love. Therefore, giving love to other people need not much of a brain, it resides in the heart. Our belief and trust in God is what makes charity pure and holy. It is through God’s love that we are able to give love to other people. Solely loving ourselves can never be charity. It may financial aid other people but it is sincerity and love that proclaims charity.
Charity has been abused by different people today. Using it for their own advantages, but God sees what is real and it is only faith in God that can create love. By using faith and charity as excuses for our selfish reasons, we have already detested God. Charity are hot pancakes tossed around but it’s withstanding the heat in our hands that really makes it a charity.
denice
The word charity has been tossed around lately like hot pancakes from frying pans. Charity for Ondoy victims, charity for Christmas, charity for New Year, indeed they were rather right when people said, election period is charity period.
With candidates doing “charity” for Ondoy victims, giving out relief goods with their faces and names written all over it, giving out free food for hungry citizens with a stamp-my-face-in-your-hand requirement, yes indeed the so called “charity” is in the air. Sometimes I even wonder when I see these instances if these politicians actually know that charity should be selfLESS not selfISH. Moreover, these people (not only them but most of us) claim that they have this “faith” in God, “faith” in God’s power and grace and use these “CHARITY” as proofs of their advertised faith. Since when was fake charity a proof of faith? Since people started to take advantage of unfortunate situations to put themselves up. Charity is meant to help and love other people. It is not done because of narcissistic love but love for other people. Charity doesn’t mean you have to experience pain and give pleasures to others only. It means being happy because other people are happy, feeling genuine sympathy when others are sad and giving what you have and end up still being happy because you know you gave it and you know you wanted to give it. And surely, charity isn’t an act activated only when you need something.
If people really have faith in God then doing charity isn’t much of a hard thing to do because it comes naturally. Charity is love. Therefore, giving love to other people need not much of a brain, it resides in the heart. Our belief and trust in God is what makes charity pure and holy. It is through God’s love that we are able to give love to other people. Solely loving ourselves can never be charity. It may financial aid other people but it is sincerity and love that proclaims charity.
Charity has been abused by different people today. Using it for their own advantages, but God sees what is real and it is only faith in God that can create love. By using faith and charity as excuses for our selfish reasons, we have already detested God. Charity are hot pancakes tossed around but it’s withstanding the heat in our hands that really makes it a charity.
denice
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Climate Change: Causes and Effects
People have been hearing the words “climate change” like clichés from old movies, but no one is really aware how deadly those two words can be. Those two words may take lives of millions of people and starve a whole nation. Take for example typhoon Ondoy’s devastation in our country, people drowned, and an entire nation went under state of calamity. Indeed the effects of climate change chooses no one, be it rich or poor, educated or not, sickly or healthy, no one.
Climate change is caused by many factors such as plate tectonics, solar outputs, orbital variations, volcanism, ocean variability and of course, us, human beings. The plate tectonics affect climate change because whenever the plates move the ocean circulation changes. These ocean circulations are important in controlling heat transfer and moisture across the globe and in determining global climate. If the location of the oceans changes then, elements such as heat and moisture also change, resulting to climate change.
Another cause of climate change is the solar output. The sun provides us heat and the sun’s heat is very important in cloud formations and different weather conditions. As the ozone layer thins out, the sun’s radiation and heat increases affecting different elemental cycles we have today such as cloud formations and rains. The hotter the sun, the more evaporation, the more rain we get. As the sun changes its output, the more imbalanced our cycles are. These solar outputs also affect ocean variability.
The next one has great relation with the solar output which is the orbital variation of the earth. Whenever the earth changes its orbit even in the slightest manner, the amount of sun we get also changes, leading to problems regarding the sun’s output. On the other hand, volcanic processes like volcanic eruptions, hot springs and geysers also cause climate change. Whenever volcanoes erupt the temperature cools due to the blocking of the solar radiation of the sun.
Lastly, us, humans greatly contribute in causing climate change. We do irrigation and other activities such as inventing gadgets and formulas thinning the ozone layer. Climate change may be cause by natural calamities and happenings but, the only thing we can do now is to prevent it from happening and not contribute to the hasting of climate change.
>>>>> oh well, another one of my *disgusting* paper ^_^.... sensationally senseless hahaha
Climate change is caused by many factors such as plate tectonics, solar outputs, orbital variations, volcanism, ocean variability and of course, us, human beings. The plate tectonics affect climate change because whenever the plates move the ocean circulation changes. These ocean circulations are important in controlling heat transfer and moisture across the globe and in determining global climate. If the location of the oceans changes then, elements such as heat and moisture also change, resulting to climate change.
Another cause of climate change is the solar output. The sun provides us heat and the sun’s heat is very important in cloud formations and different weather conditions. As the ozone layer thins out, the sun’s radiation and heat increases affecting different elemental cycles we have today such as cloud formations and rains. The hotter the sun, the more evaporation, the more rain we get. As the sun changes its output, the more imbalanced our cycles are. These solar outputs also affect ocean variability.
The next one has great relation with the solar output which is the orbital variation of the earth. Whenever the earth changes its orbit even in the slightest manner, the amount of sun we get also changes, leading to problems regarding the sun’s output. On the other hand, volcanic processes like volcanic eruptions, hot springs and geysers also cause climate change. Whenever volcanoes erupt the temperature cools due to the blocking of the solar radiation of the sun.
Lastly, us, humans greatly contribute in causing climate change. We do irrigation and other activities such as inventing gadgets and formulas thinning the ozone layer. Climate change may be cause by natural calamities and happenings but, the only thing we can do now is to prevent it from happening and not contribute to the hasting of climate change.
>>>>> oh well, another one of my *disgusting* paper ^_^.... sensationally senseless hahaha
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