The Great Tragedies Tuesday, Oct 23 2007 

Blogroll and Literature and life and philosophy and random-ness and school crimsonkings 7:12 am

I was reading up on some Greek mythologoy today. Among all stories, I found this bittersweet one as the most satirical of them all.

Here’s the summary::

[FACTS to SET STRAIGHT :: 1) The promise of the gods always HAS to  be fulfilled no matter how much they want to let go of it even if it's for the better. 2) The true form is a light so immense that it can instantly kill a mortal with it's magnificent brilliance]

Zeus had this blossoming relationship with a mortal woman, who was the fairest in all the land. Hera, Zeus’s legitimate wife, became jealous because she sensed that Zeus always spent so much time with the mortal woman. Zeus always took on a form of a human in the presence of the mortal woman.

One day, Hera transformed herself into a woman seer. She came to the dwelling of the mortal woman and asked her about how she (being the fairest in the land) had still not a companion in life. The mortal woman explained that she had a relationship with the almighty Zeus.

Hera, then said, “what proof of this have you got?” The only thing the mortal woman could do was to shake her head, since she didn’t have any proof. “Why don’t you ask him to show you his true form? That way, you’ll know if he’s for real or not.” With this, Hera went away, a formidable smile was on her face.

Some time later, Zeus went to see his mortal sweetheart, only to find her down and low. He asked her what the matter was, and she said that she didn’t believe if he was really THE REAL Zeus. To console her, Zeus gave a god’s promise that whatever she pleases will be granted. She told Zeus exactly what Hera told her.

Zeus frowned. He knew that she would perish if he did that, but he had no choice. He transformed into the brilliant light he truly is; this, sadly immediately sent his sweetheart to her untimely demise.

I don’t know. It’s something I really admire about satires — they’re timeless and comparable to every generation of humankind. I get the message of this story — I hope you did to. 

Anyway… haha, my day today ::

at 12 a.m. I was still cramming over my chem. make-up work. I reviewed like for an hour. Slept at 3a.m.

Woke up by 6:40, left home at around 7:05… got to school by 7:30.

Chem. periodical was so-so.

CLE periodical was bittersweet.

I ate. Reviewed a LOT of geom. stayed in school with nina until… 12:30 or so.

Went to SM — ate again. Went home.

Wrote this entry.

The End.

 

I should be dead by now. Seriously. Friday, Oct 19 2007 

Literature and Poetry and life and philosophy and school crimsonkings 12:12 pm

It’s a long post. Bear with me. Please. It may be the last post im going to make.

Morning. Usual bullshit… worrying too much into getting to school early, not minding much anything about the world.

I smiled a bit. Got in the car, looked outside. It was one of the first days this entire month that we (mom, sister, me) had any morning arguments. It was a good start of the day.

I walked to the classroom in my usual “christmas tree” get-up (with a LOT of stuff, as usual.) Three people were in my way as i got into the classroom. I didn’t remember who they were… coz’ i was probably too busy thinking of the things that happened the previous day.

Ms. Reyes did a quick classroom clean-up. Sir Panis made us do some things in Visual B. and he asked some of us if we wanted to go to school on some saturday to make programs for the AcadWeek II exhibit. We said, sure. [haha, happiness is going to school on some saturday]

The day went by quickly. Deadly and killer Social SW. Chem make my BP go up – honestly… I got like 61.5/80 on that crappy LT. Hey, at least i didn’t fail. English — a boring review of on of grammar’s most fundamental subjects. Ms. Reyes asked for my Canterbury HW, which i gave up whole-heartedly. [That's something good, I guess.]

I crashed the SAC meeting during lunch. I want to join Mondialogo badly. [Think of -- "Parisian" or "British" friend-making.] Went ”spotting” and continued reading ”Diary.”

Math came, gave a seatwork and it conquered me. God!  [SW 5 = 17/22] [SW6 = 1/10]. My BP sky-rocketed again. Come HE, the usual headache, with as much love for my groupmates. IN the end, we got like… Php 3500 [like Php 500 more than our capital].

Announcements in the PA system…

Explosion in Glorietta… Effects:

>> That meant that we had to go home. So I had to trash “unwinding”

>> Panic. Sadness. Feeling of insecurity.

>> Norence’s dad went missing. [He'll be found, all safe and sound]

>> Worrying about a multitude of people.

I bonded with some 3C people after HE… it was fun. Got to spill out my deep-dark-secret [shit, by the way]… while my sister was flirting with Cholo Villanueva.

Went home with mom, passed by the area of the incident. [Too depressing to describe]

Called Norence, started praying.

Wrote this post.

I grew fatter today. I ate a lot. Shit.

I feel weird. No sleep for 3 nights in a row. My BP’s skyrocketing, my metabolism is slowing. I want to go to the gym tomorrow.

 Thinking ::

>> I should’ve been there. With gie and benj. If we had been dismissed any earlier, i don’t know what would’ve happened. I love GOD so much especially for the ways He’s always there for us. Thank you.

 Again, “life’s too damn short — start living each day as it is your last. You never know when you’ll be back with Him. Pray always that this day, you’re still here. Appreciate and CELEBRATE EVERYDAY.”

 Chuck Palahniuk kind of rocks, at this point at my reading his book.

Amici.