A Sublime Reminiscence

We meet again, dear reader. Can I ask a question? Have you ever reminisced something in your pastlife? An embarassing moment, the happiest moment of your life or the most memorable? If you ask me(even though I hate to admit it), I do reminisce a lot. This is what I'm gonna be doing right now my friend, I would be reminiscing my elementary and high school life. I would like to invite you to delve in my past and relive my memories. Hope you can come. I would really appreciate it.

Elementary, a time of my life where I was foolish and at the same time, unaware of the present condition of my surrondings. My life revolved on going to school, studying and going back to our house. I was never given the chance to relish my elementary years because I was very immature at that time. Even though I was full of medals and praises, I felt that there was something inside of me incomplete, it's like being a jigsaw puzzle with only one piece left to complete but was unfortunately lost. I couldn't find myself, I was totally left in a state of confusion. I was thankful when I arrived in grade 6, I was slowly understanding and discovering myself with the help of my friends. My life in elementary was a stepping stone in realizing my inner self and it helped me to truly understand what is my life's worth.

Elementary came so fast that I though it was all in a blur. High school came with an another problem: "How could I cope up with the new surroundings and people in my new school?" I felt like a newfangled outlander in a distant land, a stranger in an unknown world. Yet, I still remember my first day in my new school. I was subjected to new people, new faces and new selves. I was never that lonely and alone that time. I was like in a black, endless void: dark, dank and eerie but somehow, the darkness was vanquished and a ray of light hit my forehead like a bullet. I looked at it and what I saw where a group of persons beaming at me with huge smiles. What a wondrous sight! That's when I first met my friends today. They were like titans with a genuine brilliance, angels sent out to delete the darkness of my life. I was in my first year in high school and I was in a section named after a president of my school, Villamor.

Villamor was a section of the various specimens I had never thought existed. An interaction of intelligence, talent, gab and confidence was clearly evident in this section. This was the section with a chairman with the name of "Chairman", it is quite peculiar but we got used to it that until this day, we call Michael, "Chairman". I was given the oppurtunity to exhibit my talents in speaking when I won first place in an oratorical contest during our Communications Week. I also got the chance to experience my first Science Congress and Science Fair. These were two important occasions where we have to think of a science problem to be given a solution. Our science project was a candle made up of wax and coconut oil. It was a total success because some of the 2nd years that time bought it for their Botanical Fair, their project for Biology. I also experienced my first Intramurals with laughter and enjoyment. I was a player for table tennis where we won last place(*laughs*). I also found my three bestfriends during the year. We named ourselves as the F4 ("Futot 4") because the F4 mania was still rampant throughout the country. I also had my first crush(*smiles*). Unfortunately, two of my classmates fell behind us. The funny caricature, Caryl Kit and the silent giant, John Saint. Still, at the end of the schoolyear, I learned to adjust to a variety of people, to live with content and to love for the first time. This is my Freshman life and the start of a journey where bad and good experiences intertwine with each other. Monsieur Aronnax

The Veracious Companions

Greetings reader, haven't you ever had any friends to turn to in times of grief, desperation and loneliness? If you haven't, then that is really grievous but if you have, aren't you thankful for them? If you ask me, I am greatly thankful for these mammals that I treat as friends. I believe that you too, are greatful for them. I'll slit my throat, if not.

Friends, a word that signifies persons who are attached to me and you by affection. Isn't "affection" the word that is closely related to love? Can it be love? It could be considered. Why? Because it involves the heart. Friends are persons whom you can depend and rely to. You can present your secrets to them as though you were just handing out presents. You can even shout all your problems to them and they are all ready to receive those negative insults just because they consider you as their friend. Haven't you ever realized how evil you are to your friends? Yet, they are there to support and lend a hand. Hard eh? Yet again, when the heart is involved, all your imperfections are nothing to your friends. Some friends can even be your lovers, because they know all about you: your favorites, allergies and sicknesses. Even your childish dreams and fantasies! You are accepted as you are, even though you are a teenage drama queen or the world's most bullied person, they are there beside you, cheering you up and saying, "Hey, you still have us."

Friends are considered one of a person's treasures. They may not be made of gold or ivory or can not be sold or traded, but still it is considered as a treasure. Friends are persons who are dependable and trustworthy. Just give them a call or a shout, and there they are, running to comfort you. Cute isn't it? But cuteness may be a difficult thing because even friends can become evil artifacts. Some "friends" of yours whom you consider as friends can backbite at you when you are not with them and when you are with them, they become super-friends with huge smiles in their faces. Hideous isn't it? Some "friends" of yours may be the most suitable contender for being your number one enemy. Still, look at the bright side (as long you are not looking athe bright faces of your "plastic" friends). Be thankful because you have these friends to guide and help you in understanding love and friendship. It's a long way but still, your friends can be with you all the way.

To wrap things up, these treasures are to be kept and never be wasted because they are more valuable than all the gold and treasures in the world(it would be an exception if you are that greedy). Friends are people who cares and loves you. Who are always there to protect you and accept you for who you are even though they would have to risk their necks. I am proud of my friends and I love them dearly. I know you also love your friend and for that, "Cheers my friend". Till we meet again. Monsieur Aronnax

An Ineffable Sensation

Dear reader, if you are here for enjoyment and laughter then you should close this blog and pick another one to read which is more suitable for the light-hearted. What I would be discussing here is all about love and its aspects. Many would think that it is "old school" to talk about love but it isn't. Also, if you could spare you minutest time to comment about these matters, feel free to do so. I am in desperate need for one. Thank you in advance.

Love, when defined etymologically, means a strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties; attraction based on sexual desire : affection and tenderness felt by lovers; or affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests. It simply means, having an affection towards a person, may it be homo, hetero or narcissistic. Usually, it is "hetero-love" or opposite-sex love. It is an affection between a male and a female. For some, love is indescribable and enigmatic. For some, love is never bought or sold, it is given freely to someone worthy of. Some even think that there is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved. These are some of the descriptions of love by both men and women. It seems that love is a feeling that only a feeling can understanding. Puzzling though, yet, once a person experiences "love", every little puzzle piece in a confusing conundrum can be understood and be put in the right place.

As I have experienced, love is a terrible sensation that leaves your knees weak, as if I had been walking for days without stopping. Once in love, there are these electric shocks running through my veins like racing horses. I can never understand why, yet it is because of this simple word called "love". Simple may be the appropriate adjective yet, love is never simple: it is very complex. It's as if I am solving a dreadful 150-points Calculus test. I could even consider saying that love can really knock me off my feet! I've experienced that a lot of times and until now, it does. I would say that I am in love right now because there is this feeling which I really couldn't understand and it bewilders me until today.

Even though, love is a wonderful sensation, some curse "love" for making them dumb and stupid. The reason might be that they were to dumb to notice that their partners have been cheating on them under their very noses or they broke with their partners, simply that. Outrageous right? Anyway, some wouldn't believe that "love" exists because of the mere reason that they never experienced it. May it be that they are too shy to let go of their emotions or they are just desperate that they come to a point that they looked like voracious vultures eyeing on weak animals or fresh carcasses but enough with those so-called "vultures", we have to accept that there are still a lot of people that doesn't have the privilege to experience the magical effects of love and so, they have different interpretations on what love is but for me, love is a strange feeling that not even my friend, Captain Nemo, the captain who fathomed the depths of the abyss, could understand and apprehend. Thank you. Monsieur Aronnax.

The Sexual Discrepancy

Good day to you my avid reader, I hope you not are bored with my horrid recollections because it is what it is. Yet, if you really are, I want you think about this inquiry: "What are the problem with these puzzling men and what are the problems with these enigmatic women?" If you are really thinking, then that's good because your brain needs are workout once in a while right? These problems are what I will discuss in this reflection of mine. I expect you to take full attention in this deliberation between men and women or else you might break your neck in the process.

A man is defined as an individual that produces small usually motile gametes (as spermatozoa or spermatozoids) which fertilize the eggs of a female, whereas a woman is described as an individual that bears young or produces large usually immobile gametes (as eggs) that are fertilized by small, usually motile gametes of a male. The two genders are quite entirely different when it comes to sexuality but only one thing can make the two genders similar: their reproductive cells combine to form a human being, highest among all the animals in respect to intelligence. A being capable to think critically, to love deeply and to be loved sincerely. Yet, this is not the whole point isn't it? What I'm building here is that, we all are made but the joining of two cells from two entirely different sexualities and yet, we are all the same because we all think and we have been given the gift of logical reasoning. Still, I am very far from the point. So, may I continue then?

I am here to elaborate on the problem with men and women. First, I am to explain the problems with women. Women are social beings that tend to live on the past and relive the past too. Women search through gaps and holes from their mistakes from the past that in the end, they come to the point that they curse and blame themselves. In short, they dwell on the past. They tend to blame themselves when things go wrong, as opposed to blaming the world around then. And so, whenever they feel strongly about something they tend to worry about it a lot. Women are oftentimes insensitive because when they kid around, they sometimes forget that they are hurting the people around her. Women are quite vain, secretive and sometimes, men can't actually understand them because they are so mysterious and that is why men are sometimes blamed when couples break. I think it's not always men that are to be blamed of a destroyed relationship but also women. Enough of dilapidated relationships and let's delve in deeper. Strictly speaking, women sometimes are jealous and their jealousy always leads to huge consequences. May it be disputes among the wife and the "third party" and sometimes, murder because of extreme jealousy. According to my dad and I, from our experiences, women are naggers. They always contemplate on mistakes of the past, recent mistakes, and even foresee mistakes of the future and it really makes men irritated. It is also the nature of women to be so suspicious of the strange activities of their partners. Yet sometimes, it comes to a point that they become a nuisance and it makes men exasperated. Still, women are considered as treasures of men and men tend to keep them than let go of their considered "prized possessions". I think the quoted words can't be considered by some women because they are so prideful that they don't want to be treated as though they are owned by men.

Men, on the other hand, tend to forget past and keep their minds off the past and look forward to a more livelier tomorrow. I don't want to be so biased when it comes to men so I will be fair to it. Men tend to suppress their feelings that the problem with it is that they come to a point that they can't control their feelings and eventually they end up killing themselves or commiting suicide or they may hurone in the process. The problem with men is also that some of them are very jealous. In marriage, some of them lose their appetites that they are force to look for some which could "enhance" their appetite. That is the greatest problem with men. While some women are totally loyal to their husbands/partners, some men will really look for someone, may the reason be that they are tired of their partners, excessive lust or just for plain curiosity. Men are sometimes really egotistic because of the notion that men must keep their egos with dignity. Men are also more socially active in the sense that they gossip more than women. Generally, men are very vocal about themselves than women so they usually are the ones who spills the beans.

Today, men and women are treated equally by the people. They are viewed as different individuals wtih respect to gender but with equal differences. Men are considered the superior gender due to their masculinity or due to the fact that the men are the ones created first. Women, on the other hand, are supposed as the inferior type because of the fact that one of their ribs come from men. Or is it wrong? Anyways, that's what people now accept. I think this is the minute differences between genders that I had thought of. I suppose there are still a lot to discuss yet, these are the things that directly popped in my head. This is all for now. Monsieur Aronnax.

A Mirthless Difference

Good day to you reader, I would like you to know that what I would discuss here is rather gloomy. I am here to react on the situation of children in my country. Hope you would not arrive to the verge of tears because of this melancholic reflection.

As I listened to my aunt discussed about the poverty situation of kids here in the Philippines and in America, I realized how fortunate kids are in America. Kids today in the Philippines, either rich or poor, are quite contented and happy with what they have but I am not speaking in general. There are still a lot of unfortunate kids that still strive to reach their goals in desires in life. It is quite melancholic that the government are not doing their best to help the situation of those poor children. Some indulge themselves to drugs and vices. Some became gangsters and loiters. Some even die due to no reasons because of feuds in gangs. This realization is very grievous because children are considered the "future of the world", as quoted by the world-famous, Dr. Jose Rizal. Despite their poor positions in the society, children nowadays in the country are very contented and happy with their personal lives. It is both happy and sad. Happy, in the sense that, even though they are young and immature, they know what is going on with their lives and that they accept their situation now and they strive to go on and reach their fantasies in life. Sad, on the other hand, because people are ignoring children who are on the streets working their own asses out and also, they are forbidden to experience what childhood is really all about. All they experience now are problems and worries in life. They don't even go to school just to help their own families look forward to a brighter tomorrow. I'm really sorry to explain these in detail but it is needed so that those who are blind may see, the deaf my hear and the mute may speak. I presume that people are just feigning that they are deaf, mute or blind just to escape reality, which is that a lot of children are suffering from hunger and disease. Only one thing is certain with children from the Philippines, they do not mind their situation, as long as they are with their families and that they are helping each other, everyday is like paradise.

On the other hand, kids in America are enjoying a life of ecstasy and comfort. Parents in America are either spoiling their kids or ignoring their kids. It comes to a point that children their are confused and sometimes end up in the wrong places. As narrated by my aunt who comes from America, kids in America are spoiled because of the fact that they had not seen what the children in "third-world countries" are experiencing. Unless they can see the truth, american children will always be blind to the real world. As I have viewed America, a lot of children there are stil involving themselves to gangs, drugs and vices. It is also very sad because even though America is a "first-world country", many teens are misguided by their parents.

(*wrapping something*)To wrap things up, children in America and Philippines are entirely different even though they are considered as children. Filipino children are quite contented with their lives and that they love their families and that their love are also repaid with love. They would do anything just to see their families the next morning after a disturbing sleep. American children, on the other hand, are never contented with what they have. I presume that this is because of the fact that they are living in a first-world country and everything is cheap. Still, not all american children are like that. Both children, although they come from different countries, are still children: immature, young and innocent. That is all. Monsieur Aronnax.

The Anticipated Arrival

Greetings! My dear reader! I hope you are having the time of your life because mine is just starting to go bad. A testpaper, an arrival, a beach, a restaurant and a website are just the few bad things that will welcome you in this recollection of mine. I hope that you can still sleep after you have read this and just a caution: before you sleep, wear a "dreamcatcher" so that it could siphon those gruesome dreams that would suck all your happiness in you after you read this recollection. Two words only: "Sweet Dreams".

It was Jan. 19, a day of abominable surprises greeted me with most enthusiasm. The day started with preparing for my coming test on English and Calculus. After such "preparation", I went to school hurriedly and again, studied for English, which is the next test for that day. After the rang bell, we all sat in our seats, ready to embrace the lurid testpaper. After such, we received our testpapers and to the 4th years' surprise, the test was very short and easy. I ended the test in only 30 minutes. I went to sleep but was awaken with a booming voice telling us that there was still an essay for us to answer. The test required a short story copy on the "Summer Solstice" by Nick Joaquin but to my grim luck, I left my copy in my house. So, after they gave the essay questions, I just stared at it because I couldn't do anything about it because my stupid copy was left lying on my bed. After 45 minutes of patient waiting, Aj, a very close friend, lent me her copy of the short story. She was like an angel, a guardian that always looks after me. I was half-thankful and half-devastated. I only had 20 minutes to write my short answers on the essay test, which was worth 100 points, 20 points each! It even came to a point that I cursed my English teacher because he did not said that we were to bring that wretched copy. After the bell rang, it was like as if I was sent a wave of electric shocks to travel in my narrow veins. I was done! After that wretched test, the next scourge arrived. It was the test on the most trepid subject of mine, Calculus! After those horrendous tests, I decided to go home early and waited for my most expected arrival. The arrival of my relatives from Batangas!

My relatives who are supposed to come on friday were composed of 5 people: My uncle, my aunt and my 3 cousins. They were relatives on the side of my father, which are the Veloso's. I arrived in my house very late, yet they were still not there. So, I braced myself for the inescapable arrival and busied myself with my project for our computer subject. After an hour or so, my dad came with only one person with him. It was my uncle Junior! I waited for signs of loud voices from the outside, hoping to hear my cousins' boisterous laughter, yet there was none but only the voices of chirping crickets besides my dad and my uncle's voices. It was as if my happiness was drained from me and I was crestfallen with the thought that they'd canceled the thought of visiting Cebu and visiting me. So, I continued to busy myself with my Computer project and erased the thought of my cousins here, greeting me with huge smiles and hugs. After a while, I was taken aback when foreign voices entered my ear and when I looked at the main door, there I saw all of them, greeting all of us in the house with warm smiles just as I imagined it would be. I exchanged their warm smiles with a satisfied smile on my face.

Tomorrow came with a warm weather, everyone were excited to see my aunt an my uncle from the states. I also had the opportunity to mingle with my cousins, who were as amicable as myself. I had trouble talking to them in the tagalog language with an accent. Yet, it was quite fun talking to them. Our aunt arrived on 11:30 AM and we all had fun. Days passed with laughter, shopping, strolling and prying for women until it was the time that my cousins had to go. I was happy and at the same time a little bit murky because it will still be a long time before we could all see each . Another year of rapid felicity. Another year of waiting. Another year of recollections. Another year of a Monsieur Aronnax.

A Damp Welcome

Hello reader, I would like to say Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Lucky for you, I'm not going to tell dreadful things about my life but happy ones(..it's as if I'm so thrilled..) that could make you smile or make you cry. Tears of joy in particular, don't worry, I will never destroy your new year. I just want to greet 2007 with a big smile and less frowns. I doubt the last words will appear seldomly. I would like to let you delve in my recollections again this year and I hope that you would not be afraid to read my experiences in life.

After a solemn Christmas Celebration and a boisterous New Year has come to an end, dreadful classes would now resume. Not only that, grievous and inevitable teachers and experiences will welcome me and I can't do anything about it. But I don't think it would be all that bad and sad, I think that wonderful and unforgettable experiences will also appear in my life this year. Even though I hate to admit it, I also have a lot of New Year's Resolutions which I will all keep it to myself. None of your business, right?

Just a suggestion my dear reader: Please keep reading my recollections for you can get a lot of inputs and you can evade my terrible experiences. Once again, I welcome you to a Happy(odd, isn't it?) New Year and please, read my blog from the first blog I posted ok? Thanks my good friend. I hope that a good future awaits you! Monsieur Aronnax.