The Grinch II

November 30th, 2007 by contessa15

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"Santa that’s my only wish this year…" Britney’s voice is heard in
the air as I pass by a store filled with plastic christmas trees,
balls, stars, and colorful angels. People stop by the store and are
busy choosing which decoration would look best on their tree this year.
Children wander to the toys’ section and thinking up of ways to
convince their mom to buy them one…for Christmas.

As I go to my favorite coffee shop, there was a plastic wreath on
the glass door. Thankfully, Christian music was blaring from the
speakers. It’s better this way than having to listen to cheesy
Christmas songs on the radio. Blech!

While reading a book with two chocolate chip cookies and a cup of
cappuccino, my brain, which has this amazing capability of thinking
about two million things a minute, started whirring. Suddenly, I
stopped reading and just stared into my coffee cup, just thinking.

What’s a good plot for a short story? When will I start writing the
essay that I planned to write a long time ago? But what will i write
about? I am drawn to eyes. Should that be the central theme? I haven’t
done my Math homework yet. I wonder when I’ll pick up my workbook and
calculator and actually do it. I don’t wanna do my C Fund homework! I
want to finish reading this book so I can start reading my new Italo
Calvino book. What should I do after this? Should I buy today’s
newspaper or not? And what’s with Christmas???

I finally settled on the Christmas thought. Why can’t I feel the
Christmas spirit? I used to be excited whenever December comes. I
remember that I’d feel this beautiful and magical feeling while sitting
under the Christmas tree with the tiny lights on and just stare at it
for hours. But where is this feeling? have i lost it? Have
I…*gulp*…OUTGROWN CHRISTMAS???

Maybe I have. Maybe I’m too busy thinking about a million things
that i just get irritated by Christmas songs that seem to catch me
wherever I go. I get irritated by caroling and gifts. Yes, I admit, the
trees in National Bookstore with the pink and blue angels are pretty
but I don’t want it. What is wrong with me? Have I turned to the Grinch?

Hmm…the Grinch. That big, icky, green fur ball. Yuck! I don’t even
wanna compare myself to him. But I can’t help it. I have all the
symptoms. I just want to hide in my favorite coffee shop and avoid
Christmas shoppers and songs. I’m contented with a cup of my favorite
coffee while I bury my nose in a book. I’d rather study than feel
festive. I swear.

But I don’t want to be the Grinch. I don’t want to turn green and be
a hermit. I want to feel that beautiful feeling again. That feeling of
anticipation and excitement for Christmas. Where is it?

Maybe it’s because Christmas has been too commercialized that the
real reason foe celebrating this holiday and taking our mind away from
schoolwork is hidden behind a landslide of Christmas parties, Kris
Kringle, cheesy songs, and dusty, plastic trees. And while I’m writing
this, a plastic version of Santa Claus is looking at me through the
window. Stop staring at me Santa! No cookies and milk for you this time.

After i convinced myself that commercialization is the reason behind
the gloomy feeling, my thoughts go back to the million things I thought
about earlier, searching for a new thing to think about. I lift the
green cup of coffee to take a sip. Should my story start at a coffee
shop? I thought. Before I got an answer, I felt a burning sensation on
my tongue. It’s hot!

Addict

November 27th, 2007 by contessa15

It’s the high feeling. The feeling that the world
shrinks and everything around you vanishes. It’s the irritation when
someone disturbs you. the dreamy sigh when you reluctantly decide to
rejoin the real world. This is addiction.

I’ve been reading books ever since I could read. No.
Let me rephrase that. I’ve been reading books ever since I
memorized one. So that’s not not called reading, right? Well, other
people thought I could read since my eyes moved while I would read out
loud. And everything I read is correct. That book was a Mother Goose
Book. I still remember how much I loved it. It was big and hardbound.
It had beautiful illustrations and I learned about a house that was
inside a house which is inside another house and so on. That was when
my love affair with reading and books started.

When I was in 4th grade, I started reading the
Baby-Sitters’ Club books by Ann M. Martin. I was captivated by the
simplicity of her words yet the way she described things, like Stacey’s
fashionable clothes, Claudia’s creative style, their shopping and
baby-sitting adventures and whatnot. I collected a lot of those books
and reread them many times.

Tidbit: It was because of the Baby-Sitters’ Club that I got curious about debate (Kristy and the Kidnapper). =)

The series ended in 2000 and it’s a good thing that I
bought the last book the same time it was released. I practically grew
up with Kristy’s leadership skills, Mary Ann’s quietness, Claudia’s
art, and Stacey’s New Yorker behavior. I can say that I had the
best childhood because of them.

I started exploring other teen books like Gossip
Girl, The Clique, Sweet Valley Jr. High, etc. I spent my high school
days with those rich snob girls and got lost in their world of fashion,
back-biting, expensive juices, trips to New York, brawling over the
latest designer clothes, and all that glitz. That was also the time
when I got hooked to Candy magazine and I wanted to be a fashion
designer.

College came and my taste in books and magazines
changed. I now look at an author’s writing style and the plot of the
story. I don’t impulsively buy books just because I collect that
series. I must say that the first thing that makes me fall in love with
a book is the author’s ability to describe even the simplest things
in beautiful words.

Being an only child and staying in the house for days
didn’t bore me at all. In fact, I love it! Being the book addict that I
am, I never lived a lonely life. I now travel to India and New York
through Kiran Desai’s Inheritance of Loss. I’ve been attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for seven years now and I’ve been with Harry Potter
and his friends everytime they go to the Three Broomsticks and consume
mugs of butterbeer. I’ve been to China with Adeline Yen Mah and
witnessed her Chinese Cinderella life. I cried with her when
her Niang treats her bad. I watched her stepsiblings with envy as they
get to wear new European-style clothes while Adeline got traditional
Chinese clothes. I studied with her while she wept. I experienced life
during the Great Depression as I visited Scout and Jem Finch. I saw how
blacks were discriminated during that era. I was enchanted by the
courtroom scene and how Atticus finch defended marginalized people with
all that he had. I learned that I shouldn’t kill a mockingbird.

Now, I’m curious about Haruki Murakami’s novels and I want to read a lot of books. I guess, being an addict is like that.

To quote Kiran Desai in The Inheritance of Loss,

“Books were making her restless. She was
beginning to read faster, more, until she was inside the narrative, and
the narrative inside her, the pages going by so fast, her heart in her
chest–she couldn’t stop.”

I don’t want to feel trapped in monotonous routines. I want an escape. And this is my escape. My drug.      

 

The Beginning

October 28th, 2007 by contessa15

NDC may be over but this is just the beginning of everything.

Just got back from Baguio City. Major weather adjustment.

Anyway, I’m back to reality. But I’m not complaining here. I had fun during the NDC. =)

–Baguio was lovely. I love the weather and I hope that I could bring
it with me wherever I go. I just didn’t have enough time to really
explore the place. I’d have to come back someday.

–PMA is the most beautiful campus I had ever been to. Words are not enough to describe it. Definitely.

–And of course, being in PMA allowed the NDC participants to meet
some cadets and actually take a peek at their everyday lives. After one
week in PMA, I now fully appreciate everything that soldiers do just to
protect the citizens. They may look stiff in their uniforms and their
expressions may tell everyone that they are tough but one week was
enough to make me understand that they are human, too. Human beings who
make big sacrifices to answer their calling and serve the country. It
was fun seeing them laugh, talk excitedly, and all that. Even if they
still walk stiffly. =)

–This tournament made me appreciate debate as more than just debate.
This tournament showed me that debate is a delicate art that needs time
and patience and perseverance for one to succeed and bask in the sense
of fulfillment and satisfaction it can give. I met different debaters
from all over the country and saw varying degrees of commitment to the
craft. And it’s all beautiful.

–My fellow debaters from the SU Debsoc. You guys are super fun to be
with. I can never forget all the laughter, late-night to early morning
chicka sessions, shopping, eating out, and basically, just being
together and being one big happy family. I’ll never ever forget you
guys. You made my life even more beautiful. I’m looking forward to more
debates and fun in the future. =)

After all that, one question still remains unanswered. What next?
I’d have to say that this is just the beginning of everything. After
meeting people who are dedicated enough to suffer for our country,
people who love debate and value freedom of expression, people who
laugh despite the pain, it just made me see life in a different
perspective. It made me see that life is indeed beautiful and there’s
more to what you have now if you just look in the right place.

I guess I just have to go with the flow. Life will take me to where
I’m supposed to be. And while I’m on my way there, I’ll just sit back
and enjoy the journey. =)

TH condemns the act of procrastination among college students

October 6th, 2007 by contessa15

It’s finals and I still procrastinate.
I’ve been fighting this disease for so long now. Actually, when the sem
started I made it a goal to do everything as soon as it was given and
not wait ’till the last minute (I hope I learned my lesson after the
BC25 first draft episode). But no matter how hard I try, it is
unavoidable. You see, if I do it immediately, as in after a
stressful day in school, I’d feel drained and that’s not good for the
quality of my work as the state of mind of a person can affect the
output greatly. And second, if all I do is related to schoolwork that
means I don’t have time to read newspapers or magazines and catch up
with what’s happening around the world and that’s just terrible.  I don’t want to live under a rock!

You see? I have a LOT of excuses to not strike when the iron is hot.
So how do I avoid procrastination for good? Before I go to the solution
of this ever-present problem, let’s take a good look at the cause.

Procrastination is the act or habit of
procrastinating, or putting off to a future time; delay; dilatoriness.
Okay. So we all know that. But what do we do when we delay doing an
important thing?

Case study:

There was a college girl who took up Mass Communication because she
said she loved writing, talking, curious about advertising and
marketing and all the things masscom students are supposed to do.
Anyway, on a Saturday morning her alarm clock rang at 7:15. Although
she would usually sleep until 11am on weekends, she woke up early that
day to do everything she has to do. She reached for her dark blue
planner and took a look at what she’s supposed to do that day (she has
carefully written everything in detail the night before so that she
won’t waste her precious time in thinking of what to do the next
morning.) Quite proud of herself, she picked up her bible and prayed.
After praying, she took a quick shower and prepared coffee to start her
day. While sipping her favorite mug of hot coffee, she picked up a copy
of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and turned to chapter 15, sat
down on an uncomfortable plastic chair and started reading. After one
chapter, the coffee mug was still half full so she decided to read
another chapter. An hour and a half later, she closed the book, picked
up the mug and washed it. She decided it was time to start reading her
Com21 photocopies. Plopping down on a chair, photocopy and yellow
highlighter in hand, she read the first paragraph. As she was about to
start reading the second paragraph, a thought popped up and she decided
to write about it. So she picked up her purple hard-bound journal and
black Pilot pen and started scribbling. An hour later and six pages
filled-up, she decided to continue her readings. Halfway through the
second paragraph, her cellphone beeped. It was a text message from her
friend inviting her out to an early lunch. She then decided to bring
her photocopied readings so she could read while waiting for the food.
Dressed in a tank top and jeans with a black and white headband secured
neatly and white ballet flats on her feet, she picked up her black
backpack and left confident the day is still long enough. After lunch,
at exactly 2pm, she decided to go the library and study there in peace.
Boy, was she wrong! The first floor was crowded so she went to the
second floor but it was also crowded. With no choice left, she headed
to the third floor sans air conditioning. She placed her things on a
table and took a newspaper for matter loading purposes. After reading
almost every article, she decided to go to the first floor and study in
the ASRC. It was 3pm. In the ASRC, she sat on her favorite corner and
took out her readings. Then she saw a copy of The Best American Travel
Stories 2002. She took it from the shelf and read it instead. Time flew
fast and it was 5:30pm. Time for the library to close. Outside the
library, she decided to go back to the boarding house and study foe
real. Her cellphone beeped and the message was from a fellow debater.
She decided that she wanted to casebuild after all and went, completely
forgetting about the photocopied readings folded inside her bag,
waiting to be read. At 9pm, after casebuilding, everyone decided to go
out for dinner. At 11pm, she was back in her boarding house, tired. She
only had enough energy to change into her sleeping clothes, brush her
teeth, crawl to bed, and pray. As she lay down, she felt extremely
guilty but decided that she could do it tomorrow.

What happened to the list she made? What happened to her promise?
That’s how powerful procrastination can be. And it’s sad. Very sad.

Active avoidance. That’s how to describe
procrastination best. Active may be a good word but not when the next
word is avoidance. It sounds pretty nasty.

So what do you think should that girl do in order to avoid doing that again? FOCUS.

Yeah right. It’s easier said (or written) than done. *sigh*

Rant

September 18th, 2007 by contessa15

This is going to be just plain ranting. I
need to de-stress myself before starting on my Com21 homework. Okay. So
my ranting time starts now…

What have I been doing for the whole afternoon? Doing my BC25 stuff.
I’m drained. No. Wait. I shouldn’t be drained. Kuya Noel did all the
work this afternoon. I guess thinking about something too much
(particularly something that has a deadline) makes one drained. All my
creative juices are squeezed out of my head because of all the formal
stuff that BC25 requires (wordiness is a no-no). I feel so…uninspired.

My only source of inspiration at the moment is my copy of Harry
Potter and the Deathly Hallows which I won’t be having much time to
read. Waaaaaaaah!! I’m getting at the good chapters. No. Let me restate
that. Every chapter is a good one. That’s why I am so eager to read it.
I woke up early for the past two days just to read Harry Potter 7 with
a cup of hot coffee and enjoy the cool mornings we’ve been having these
past few days. Reading Harry Potter 7 is…heaven. I feel like I am
drinking the yummiest coffee in the whole wide world everytime I read
it. But I want to take my time and savor every word, sentence,
paragraph, chapter, in short, the whole book! I want to savor the
giddiness I feel because this will be the last time that I will feel
giddy over a Harry Potter book. All the waiting is over. No more Harry
Potter book to wait for. No more eagerness in reading the whole Harry
Potter book. I’ve read almost everything. =(
Even though I have waited for the seventh book ever since the I
finished reading the sixth book (which was two years ago, I guess), I
feel really sad that the series has ended.

Anyway, have to stop this. I still have tons of homework waiting for
me and a Filipino13 exam to study for. Harry Potter can wait. But I
think I’ll wake up early again tomorrow and read a chapter with a cup
of hot coffee. =) Just something to wake me up in time for my 7am class.

Baghdad’s intellectual core suffered, too

September 15th, 2007 by contessa15

   

An article from the new York Times really caught my eye. Normally, I wouldn’t read stuff about Baghdad anymore because I feel sick and tired of the war. But this is a new angle. It wasn’t about the American soldiers anymore or about the hundred’s of Iraqis dying. This one is about the death of the Mutanabi Street market which was the source of joy of Baghdad’s intelligentsia.

Mr. Ismail turned and faced the street. “Books, books: five books
for 1,000 dinars, one for 250,” he shouted, his voice thick as a
tenor’s, from his years of studying acting. “Come on, come on, those
who are hungry for literature!"

Exactly 15 men looked on.

 

    I cannot imagine how life for these men had been for the past year when a daytime curfew was imposed for almost a year. Mutanabi is the capital’s 1,000-year-old intellectual core and that day, which was a Friday, people celebrated the market’s potential revival.
    A bombing on March 5 sealed this beautiful business and it hasn’t been opened until now.
    Despite people dying because of the war, the booksellers are slowly testing their freedom by opening their beloved bookshops for business.
Here is the paragraph that really tugged at my heart strings:

Books, on the other hand, brought reliable joy. Mr. Ismail picked up a
black hardcover history of the Kurds, with an attractive photo on the
front. Tapping it twice with his right hand, sending dust flying, he
kissed the cover and said, “We are happy to be here again with these
beautiful books.”

   

Imagine the solace and comfort these books are giving to people like Mr. Ismail who have been haunted by the horrors war have brought to Iraq.

Here is a poem written by Ibn Al-Utri:

Baghdad in the ninth century, after rampaging armies destroyed the city in a dispute involving caliphate succession.

“Who invaded you, Baghdad?” Mr. Shatry said, his voice rising for the performance.

Weren’t you once as dear to me as my eye?

Wasn’t there a time when people lived within you, when being neighbors was a blessing?

Then the crow came and divided them. How much grief can you endure?

I swear by God, there are people lost who, whenever I remember them, my eyes start flowing with tears.

I am glad that the comfort I have always found in reading books have reached even war-torn Iraq. That despite the terrors war have brought upon them, they haven’t forgotten the beauty and warmth of books. =)

To conform or not to conform?

September 13th, 2007 by contessa15

Conformity is meeting the standards of society or what people would call “normal” or “acceptable”. Conforming to such “standards” doesn’t come from society as a whole. This can be watered down to family, friends, and what-not.

Then there is the basic human need to belong. And to belong to a certain group usually means that you have to meet their standards and be a bit like them. You have to do what they expect you to do. If you won’t, prepare for conflicts and feeling left out.

The questions here are: do we really have to conform to their standards? Do we have to do whatever it is that they want us to do in order to be accepted? Are they usually correct?

When we talk about conformity in this century, I believe that there is no such thing. We are diverse and every individual is unique and different which is what makes this world interesting and it’s the fuel that keeps this world going.

What irks me about this whole conforming thing or what is also known as “let’s-go-with-the-flow-in-order-to-avoid-conflict” thing, is that you have to be molded in a different “dough shaper”, something that is not meant for you, just to belong with the other “cookies”. When in fact, there’s another dough shaper that is so perfect for you and if you go for who you really are, you can be the best that you can be. That means, no more mediocre cookies (I’m referring to people) in this world!

Bottomline is, just be yourself. Don’t care about what other people think. If they are real people (or real friends), they’ll understand you and support you. If they’re not, then this is a challenge. Face it head on. It will improve you in the long run. And the blabbermouths? Well, they’ll wear out. Besides, you’re not doing this for them. You’re working hard and it’s all for God, right?

P.S. You know who you are. =)

For the love of poems

September 9th, 2007 by contessa15

The Dead Poets
Society. It’s the best movie I have ever seen. It’s very inspiring and
uplifting especially to a student like me. The movie taught me to seize
the day…carpe diem.

Whenever I hear “carpe diem”, the first thing that comes to my mind
are those colorful autograph books I used to sign back in elementary
and high school. Carpe diem was so different from the usual “golden
rule” my classmates would write for their motto. Besides, admit it.
Carpe diem sounds way cooler. ;p

Anyway, I knew what carpe diem meant. It meant to “seize the day”.
But it was just that to me. Seize the day and I was still my usual shy
self and totally backboneless. Really. That is, until I saw the movie.

I’m not going to say here that the movie changed me big time. But
the movie changed my perspective on life. It made me realize that we
don’t have forever to do whatever it is that we should do. Our time is
limited and we don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow.

Also, the movie tackled the issue on passion. Mr. Keating, played by
Robin Williams, is the english teacher at a strict all-boys boarding
school. He was not the usual Engish teacher who would make his students
read countless poems and discuss about them and bore the students to
death. Actually, I’d like to have a teacher who’s just like Mr.
Keating. He teaches the students to love the subject in its truest
sense and not take it for granted even though it’s not related in any
way to medicine or business or whatever.

For him, poetry is not just the measuring of poems according to its
meter and stanzas and word count and it’s not even about rhyming. It’s
being tuned to the human emotion. And it’s human emotion that makes
poetry so useful to everyone and it’s the main ingredient that makes it
so beautiful. It talks about the nature of humans.

And the Dead Poets Society? It’s a group of students who meet up in
a cave once a week and take turns reading poems and just let the words
and emotions drip from their tongues and let the magic of the moment
consume them. I haven’t heard anyone describe their passions as
effectively as Mr. Keating did. He was so passionate about it that a
group of boys became the revived Dead Poets Society and loved the poems
as they are. Now, isn’t that beautiful? =)

Some inspiring stuff from the movie… =)

To be read at the start of a meeting:

“I went to the woods because I wanted to live
deep and seek out all the marrow of life! To put to rest all that was
not life. And not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”

– Dead Poets Society

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. we read and write poetry because we are humans. And there is passion.

Only in dreams humans are truly free.”

–Mr. Keating

The Harsh Truth

August 29th, 2007 by contessa15

Everyone is aware of the standards society put to beauty. There is a standard that everyone should conform to. Aesthetic beauty and economic class seems to count most in this world.  It might not be an issue to someone who is already blessed with good looks and a good life, but I still want to share this to you and I want the world to know how much I loath society’s ”standards”.

This afternoon, I was at Dunkin’ Donuts, enjoying my cup of coffee and doughnuts after lunch while crafting my talumpati for Filipino13 class. I heard the security guard talking to somebody outside the store so I looked up and saw an old woman who looked dirty and unkempt. The guard was asking her what she wanted and the old lady said that she wanted to buy something. The guard obviously did not believe her because she looked so poor that he found it unbelievable. Fortunately, the ladies behind the counter told the guard to open the door and let her in. She had a huge smile on her face when she was finally let in and walked to the counter saying, “Mupalit ko. Naa ko’y kwarta.” while waving her folded money in the air. After purchasing a box of doughnuts,  she gleefully told the guard, “Nipalit ko noh? naa lagi ko kwarta.” Then, she was out of the store.

This is a perfect example of how harsh society is, especially to poor people. Economic class plays a big role in how the people treat you. To think the the old lady’s mere appearance played a big role in the guard’s decision not to let her in the store! How discriminating! But then, if we look at the ladies behind the counter and incorporate them into the context of the real world, I’m glad to know that some people still care and that these people exist. I wish we could have more of these people in society. 

Economic class and appearance play a big role in society today. It determines how kind or how harsh people woul treat a human being. But we don’t have to conform to these “standards”. Knowing that this is wrong and undesirable, we can still change this perception in our own little way. I’m encouraging you to break away from the mold society has set on everyone. Hopefully, we can slowly change the way the world thinks and sees.

Forced Decisions

August 17th, 2007 by contessa15

An article from New York times entitled,
“Forced To Take Major in High School”, I was shocked (I think that
“shocked is an understatement here. I just can’t recall a better word
at the moment). The first question that came to mind was how on earth
can a high school freshman decide on a major?

In high school, I was looking into different career options. First,
I wanted to be a pediatrician. The next year (after I got hooked on
fashion magazines) I decided that I wanted to be a fashion designer and
stuck to it for two years. After I realized that I couldn’t even draw a
simple sketch of a gown, I gave up that dream and decided that I will
take up Medical Technology (because “playing” with test tubes and
microscopes looked cool). When I had Chemistry as a subject, I realized
that Med. Tech. is not just about the test tubes and microscopes and
slides. I hated memorizing the table of elements and computing and
drawing chemical bonds and whatnot. So, I fell back to what my family
wanted me to take up…Nursing. But after much thinking and research on
the different career options out there, I decided that nursing is just
not for me. I finally decided on Mass Communications when I got my test
results from Silliman. I wrote Masscom as my third choice (by the way,
I never considered taking up Masscom before). That was a long process
of thinking and agonizing and visualizing my future job. Now imagine a
high school freshman (probably aged around 11-14) deciding on what
he/she wants to take up. That’s pure torture.

But at Dwight Morrow High School in Bergen County, high school
freshmen are forced to think about what they want. It would take me
about 20-30 minutes every morning to decide what to wear to school!
What more a high school freshman making a decision as big as that.

“…establishing majors is a way to make their students stay
interested until graduation and stand out in the hypercompetitive
college admissions process.”

Making students stand out in the hypercompetitive college admissions
process is not a bad goal at all. It’s just that high school is
supposed to be a time for thinking things through and enjoying general
education. It’s also a time for getting to know yourself better and
trying out different versions of you before settling on a certain you
that you want to be. Plus, we wouldn’t want high school freshmen
experincing burnout in the hallowed walls of high school. Burnout is
reserved for college students and professionals only.

But then, if we look at the bright side of this situation, it’s
actually kind of cool. According to MItchell Stevens, an associate
professor of education and sociology at New York University:

“This is like the middle-class version of what affluent families
have been doing for years. They tailor academic instruction around the
needs and desires of their children in order to encourage them to do
well in school.”

It’s not a bad thing to aim for such. You’re simply giving the
children a big responsibility early on. Sarcasm aside, I really do not
approve of such a thing. Imagine if that was implemented here in the
Philippines when I was a high school freshman, I would probably be a
fashion designer at some arts school and I wouldn’t love what I’m doing
because I realized that I just appreciate fashion. I don’t want to make them.