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| ..so I got addicted to a t.v series which I have only seen once. But i can't help falling in love with a modern-Sherlock Holmes (have I said I'm addicted to Doyle's most famous character? OH, Maryl Amarante, my former classmate introduced me to him and since then on, i've been his huge fan...and a fan of characters who resemble him, even just a bit)
.amidst my mother's plea "Magpahinga ka na, baka mabinat ka, yung ngipin mo, may pasok ka pa bukas" i watched the tv series while i propped my head on a lousy pillow, trying to numb a little bit of pain.
.Simon Baker plays the indifferent Patrick Jane well enough to convince my poor hypothalamus that all indifferent detectives are really thinking....hehe
..last night's episode was about the battle between a psych and a mentalist. both were trying to solve a murder case. the psych was somehow related to the victim since the latter used to be the first's client.She was able to help the detectives solve the case through her "visions" which were true enough. However, she was still no match for the Mentalist. She was able to point out who the murderer was by putting up a "spirit summon". PAtrick, the mentalist, on the other hand had already known the murderer from the start of the investigation. He only needed some help in "persuading" the person to confess as she was the daughter of the victim.
.probably what enticed and entices me the most in watching the series is the power of words themselves(It was amazing how Patrick Jane was able to point out who the murderer was through words...). Also, how gifted people are able to decipher different meanings of sentences based on how they are delivered puts me on the "follow-up" mode for the next episode...
.i so love it...can you tell?...hehe | | |
| If there is one novel or series that inspires and influences me to be a better teacher and a woman, it is this.
The whole series of Anne of Green Gables centers on Anne, an imaginative, red-haired orphane turned teacher turned mother. It focuses on Anne's challenges in life and her optimistic wit to overcome them.
This novel isn't the regular tear-jerking piece of literature that usually highlights the moving actions, works, and advices of teachers. Nor it portrays the heroism or martyrdom of women. Anne of Green Gables showcases the value of being a teacher and a woman through all the subtle realities of everyday experiences. It doesn't deliberately tell the lessons from challenges; to conveys its morals, it uses its very powerful tool, Anne herself.
In Anne can women of the globe see themselves as a child, as a school girl, as a friend, as a lover, a teacher, an artist, a woman.
"God in heaven, all is well in the world." | | |
| This is a feeling I usually get whenever I hear people criticizing shows, performances, and people. How I wish they could see themselves now: how cruel, sarcastic, and dirty they are.
Perhaps I'm a bit know-it-all myself that I learn to hate people who think they know more than I do. I detest persons who criticize anything as if it is the most important thing to do in the world.
Thinking about it, I realize I'm also a part of them, critics. I cannot last a day without complaining about something or someone. This very blog entry (and my entries) is proof enough already that more than a living being, I'm a human, born to err.
Sometimes I think, turning a blind eye to ourselves makes us dependent to other people for criticisms. And not admitting this dependence angers us. Probably this is the reason I loath my fellow critics: I was busy criticizing other things, forgetting to look at myself therefore offering my very soul open to their swords of fire. I am a being to them.
Probably, it is a part of being a human.
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| We die hard trying to forget the past but the past continuously haunts us not because it doesn't want to be forgotten but because we relish to relive them in the shards of our heart no matter how painful.
We drink in the pain thinking that it is better to feel the sting than to feel nothing at all.
We want to feel that somehow we had been whole before the painful incident happened.
We rather gorge ourselves with these memories than feel the lurking emptiness waiting for us somewhere. | | |
| ...i find people who say "tae(shit)" weird...really..and well, disturbing...
i am wondering if they were born in this world with a big piece of shit clamped in their mouths...or maybe all they can see in this world is shit even if they are actually looking at themselves in front of the mirror
...well one of these days maybe i can put a good deal of shit in their mouths to let them know what it tastes like, or even convert our classroom into a big crap dampsite, just to make their expression reasonable...
..and yeah, do that while having our research paper...
but as long as i am being paid to be a good model for them, i'll just put the right mark in their
conduct sheets and these whole crap of ideas be forever installed in my box of a brain.
..for the others...they can do everything they can do with their shitful life...
*magreact nang bayolente walang mapapala..kanya-kanya lang yan...
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