Monday, July 14, 2008

On Quotations

On Quotations:
A Totally Unnecessary Episode of Verboseness

God wove a web of loveliness,
Of stars and clouds and birds,
But made not anything at all
So beautiful as words.

- Anna Branch, Her Words

I missed writing these random blog entries, so I just blah-ed all my frustration out. Haha. If I attributed things to the wrong people, forgive me. I wasn't really consulting the books.

Education's purpose is to replace an empty mind with an open one.

Well that makes sense. Really, it does. So can I stop going to school if I have an open mind already? Somebody say yes. Please. Hahaha.

Courage is the art of being the only one who knows that you're scared to death.

That's one way of seeing it. But yeah. True.

Thy optimist and thy pessimist, the difference is droll;
The optimist sees the donut, the pessimist the hole.


It's like:

Two men look out through prison bars;
One sees the mud, the other the stars.


Probably the most common way to distinguish between optimists and pessimists is how they look at a glass of water: whether it's half empty or half full. Then there's always the Rorschach Test.

Nothing is beautiful from every point of view.

Yeah. Some people are photogenic, some are "layo-genic." But really, this is so true.

Like:

Do not envy the appearance of happiness on another man for you know not of his secret grief.

It's all about not judging at the first glance. And I quote the cliche. Nothing is ever as it seems.

You are braver than you believe,
Stronger than you seem,
And smarter than you think.


Christopher Robin said this to Winnie the Pooh when they were up in that nice tree after singing "Forever and forever, is a very long time, Pooh...”
“Forever and ever isn't long at all when I'm with you." Okay. TMI.

Secrets? Your friend has a friend so don't tell her.

This is in it's original context, so I can say that, hello, sexism?

Silence is not the absence of sound... It is the presence of what sound cannot express.

Nice. Deep. Will say that the next time I don’t know the answer to a question in class.

Don't fret about something you can't change. Fret about something you can change, then stop fretting and do something about it.

A quote from the novel "My Louisiana Sky." I remember reading this and going, "Oooh. If only it were that easy."

"Come to the edge."
"We can't. We're afraid."
"Come to the edge."
"We can't we will fall!"
"Come to the edge."
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.


From Guillaume Apollinaire, a French poet. I think it's nice. Something I'd write on a card for a teacher.

Half the truth is often a great lie.

Yeah. And a lie is the truth in masquerade.

Some people drink at the fountain of knowledge. Others just gargle.

Ditto.

Nothing splendid has ever been achieved, except by those who dared to believe that something inside of them was superior to circumstance.

Again, deep. Like one of those quotes that make you feel all "I can do this!" Haha.

God can't heal your broken heart unless you give him all the pieces.

I wouldn't know, but I suppose it's true.

There are moments in your life when fate controls your every move.
That, my friend, is the biggest lie of all.


Ah, a quote from The Alchemist. I love that book. Paulo Coelho rocks.

The reason why birds can fly and we can't is that birds have perfect faith;
for to have perfect faith is to have wings.

Aww. I think J.M. Barrie said this. Made me change the way I looked at birds. Heehee.

PRAY, n.
to ask that the rules of the universe be annulled in a behalf of a single petitioner, confessedly unworthy.

ACADEME, n.
An ancient school where morality and philosophy were taught.
ACADEMY, n.
[from ACADEME] A modern school where football is taught.

DIE, n.
The singular of "dice." We seldom hear the word, because there is a prohibitory proverb, "Never say die." At long intervals, however, some one says: "The die is cast," which is not true, for it is cut.


These are from The Devil's Dictionary, written by a really cool man named Ambrose Bierce during the nineteenth century. There are so many quotes that made me laugh AND think. To those who love cynicism and satire, read! There is a website that provides online text.

To be yourself in a world that does its best night and day to make you everybody else is to fight the greatest battle any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.

E.E. Cummings, quoted by Lucas Scott in One Tree Hill. There were a lot of really cool quotes in that series, which is currently on its fifth season.

The best thing we can do is to make wherever we're lost in look as much like home as we can.

Christopher Fry. Illuminating.

There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who, with the help of their art and intelligence, transform a yellow spot into the sun.

Pablo Picasso. He kind of praised himself there didn't he? He deserves it anyway. Haha.

In the twentieth century our highest praise is to call the Bible the "world's greatest best seller." And it has come to be more and more difficult to say whether we think it is a bestseller because it is great, or vice versa.

Totally forgot who said this. Interesting question for debate.

The bible is literature, not dogma.

George Santayana! I can't forget that one.

If you steal from one author, it's plagiarism;
If you steal from many, it's research.

Aha. Research it is then.

Science without religion is lame;
Religion without science is blind.

Whoot. Ditto. You go Albert Einstein. I remember he also said, Gravity won’t make her fall for you. He has a sense of humor then. Haha.

If an injury has to be done to a man, it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.

Niccolo Machiavelli. Many things he wrote when quoted out of context seem rather odd. But his book The Prince was good, albeit a bit boring. It was a lot like my Politics textbook by Andrew Heywood. Yeah, it did read like a textbook. *Yawn. I like this quote though.

And last but not the least, for now. One of my favorites...
Wise words from Galileo Galilei:

Although my soul may set in darkness,
It will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly,
To be fearful of the night.

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FRIENDSHIP happens in that special moment when one person reaches out to another and makes a difference that no one else can make.

Nothing like a return to your old school to spark a sense of anamnesis. (I'd say "nostalgia," but that word is so common already. Haha. :-)

So anyway. These past few days marked the return of two of our batchmates: Kimberly Lee and Mico Subosa. They were both exchange students, the former to Argentina and the latter to the USA. They were essentially the same as when they left, although Kim has a missing letter r and a modified o when she speaks. I guess Spanish does that to people. But she refuses to admit this, and insists that she does not sound different. (And is probably going to give me a piece of her mind for writing that. Bwahaha.) Mico already spoke like an American anyway, so not much change. He did get thinner though. Weird. Something I thought I'd never live to see. (Peace!)

Why am I narrating this? I just though it'd be a nice way to start, since they're both my friends, and that's what this is about.

Yesterday, it was a lot like alumni day in Mandaluyong City Science High School. I saw a lot of my batchmates and friends (who decided to take advantage of the last day of the week) and for a few moments I felt like I was back in those days where the school was only 20 minutes away. Where I knew everyone, by face if not by name. Where I worried about a lot more and at the same time a lot less.

I have realized that you know a friendship is true if you're able to pick up where you left off, even if you've been apart for months or years. Sure, we all had our share of problems and shortcomings, but nothing beats that moment when you're all together again and you're laughing and talking the way you always did. When all you're insecurities and doubts and fears are gone because you know you're with people you can trust.

When nothing else matters but that moment.

I have, as I am sure many people have, had a lot of friends in the course of my ife. But out of all those so many people, there are those who have remained my closest and most trusted.

I had this playmate back when I was a grade-schooler and I hadn't seen her for five years. But when I did last summer, it was like no time passed at all and in a few seconds we were talking like we didn't get separated for such a long period. Same goes for my elementary friend, Francoise. We can not talk for months on end but when we do it feels like the time we were apart never even existed.

When I talk to my high school friends who I've not seen in a while it's suddenly like the world is alright again. Like all those things that have been bothering me cease to exist in that interminable moment when there is nothing else to do but to listen to the familiar voices that make me feel like I belong.

It's nice to know that in friendship, geographical distance and time do not matter; because friendship is not a rational act, it's an emotional one that transcends all boundaries.

A true friend may well be reckoned the greatest masterpiece of nature.

Ralph Waldo Emerson was right about that. :-)

And to my "beast" friend, who is chilling out in Canada as of the moment, here's another Emerson quote for you:

We only part to meet again.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Random Rants on College


I have been a college student for... hmmm... let's see... exactly thirty days.

UP Diliman has been nothing short of a surprise. In some ways, there were pleasant changes.

And in some ways... I guess I discovered that there were things I didn't think I'd miss about high school that I'm craving for right now.

Flashback. The last few months of high school, I really wanted to get out. Out of the small, secluded world I was in. (Notice how I keep using I. As Jessica Zafra once said, "It's postmodernism." Haha! Okay, whoever got that joke is a bookworm.) Anyway, as I was saying, I was getting tired of seeing the same people everyday, eating the same food (chicken, anyone?) taking the same classes, and walking through the same three-story building over and over again.I wanted a change. Something new in my dismal, dreary life. Oh, well. Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it.

I know that college is part of growing up. It's just another step one must take. I also know things change and they change fast.
The changes that I went through these past few weeks were not altogether unforeseen. But as always, there's a big difference between what is perceived, or imagined, and what is tangible and actually happening.

I guess one of the biggest changes is the school itself. Literally. I went from the aforementioned three-story building high school to a, uh, i don't even know how many buildings there are in Diliman and it's rather unnerving. My wild guess would be there are more than 20. (I suck at estimates. Peace.) And they have a minimum of three stories each. Imagine the panic of a freshie on a first day... I think I said "Where the freaking hell is (insert name of building/room)?!?" about a hundred times before I got my act straightened out.

Back in my school, we didn't even have a gym. We had a "quadrangle," approximately one-fourth of the sunken garden, which served as an assembly ground, program venue, basketball court, badminton court, CAT and PE drill ground, nature park and basically an after-school hangout. Pragmatic, I know. As for the library, it was one classroom and most of the time it was closed. Now, I actually have to ride a jeep to get to the gym. Not good during the I'm-running-really-late mornings. The library is always open, and is bigger than my old school. (Then again, my old school had approximately 800 people in it, teachers included and UPD has around 22,000.)

493 hectares is big. (Stating the obvious.) At first, I didn't actually know how big it was, and I was under the blissful assumption that I didn't have to go to the other buildings anyway. Yeah, right. If anybody wants to get slim and fit and all that jazz, go to UPD and jog there. You're guaranteed to get thinner if you run the length of the school; and even thinner if you study there.

As for the lessons themselves, I'm not complaining. I love my French class and Political Science is interesting (albeit depressing at times. I know this country has a problem, but when they get pointed out one by one you get the feeling this country is in very deep and suffocating s***.) I also have World Literature, which is just heaven for bookworms like moi. Math 11 is good. (For future notice to the mathematically challenged youth, ehem, who are given the choice between Math 11 and 14 or Math 17, take the former. That's IF you either don't like math or are not any good at it. Chances are, you're both. Wait, that's me. Upside, you have rather easy math every other day for two semesters. I'm not saying it's that easy. Nothing is. Downside... If you take 17, you only do math for one semester.)

[Segue. Sometimes people forget things. Sometimes they forget people. Bad. Hahaha. Just when you think you know someone. Pffft.]

Sometimes I think College, and life itself nowadays, is about thinking out of the box. Nobody's going to tell you what to do, because they probably think you can handle things by yourself. Maybe you can. Maybe you can't. Personally, I'd rather think I can. I don't wanna be scared of the big cruel world forever.

On another note, there are people who can influence you a lot. People who seem to want to make you change. Not always in a good way. Sometimes they make you want to change yourself and conform to some standard (or they're not aware of it, but they do.) I guess the best remedy to that is, in the words of Dan Humphrey to Serena van der Woodsen, "You don't let people tell you who you are, you tell them." I've had to repeat this to myself for the past few days. Hey, not my fault I have self-esteem the size of a corn kernel.

On, again, another note, life has a way of making you do things you don't want to do. It's like divine intervention and it's up to you if you're going to take the challenge or not.

Here's what I think is the second biggest change: the people. I guess I got used to my small world. I wanted to leave it, right? So I got the chance. Now I realize I shouldn't have gotten tired of it too soon. But really, nothing beats the familiarity of a tightly-knit environment. The teachers in college are much more impersonal. If you don't go to class, they don't care. I guess it's because they have so many students they can't be close to each one. (I'll try not to slip into nostalgia too much.) I really miss my old Journalism teacher, Ms. Frias. I swear, she's the nicest human being ever. Sure, she was kind of tough as a teacher, but as a person, she's the best friend you can ever find. I owe her a lot. (Mandsci people be nice. Do the school paper on time. Haha. Look who's talking now. *evil laugh*)It was nice when the teachers were so... I don't know... friendly is the closest word I can think of. I'm sure some people understand what I mean. To those who don't... Hmm... You'll find out sooner or later. As for friends... We-ell... It's not that hard to find friends in college. The people who're going to have a tough time with this are those with trust issues. Wait. That's me, too. But people are generally very friendly if you're friendly. And you get blockmates... A lot like classmates except you only have one or two classes together. (My blockmates are great, if I may say so myself. And our handlers are some of the coolest people I've ever met.) And you can still hang out with your old friends from high school. It's nice to have something stable in a world that's rapidly changing, and you take each chance you get.

***Life, today, for me, is a lot of things.

Sometimes it's like trying to hold water in my cupped hands. No matter what I do or how hard I try to hold on, the water still escapes my grasp.

Sometimes, it's like one of those desserts I just can't get enough of. I keep biting and chewing and swallowing everything and I hope it never runs out.

Sometimes, it's like I'm walking forward while looking back. It's hard to see where I'm going when that happens.

Sometimes it's like being lost in the labyrinth... And the Minotaur comes in the form of the prospect of failing grades.

Sometimes, it's one magnanimous conquest. I'm Magellan, or Napoleon, or Alexander the Great and I feel like I can do anything I set my mind to.

Sometimes, it's depressing as hell.

Sometimes, even when I'm tired and weary and I have a ton of things to do, I just have to write it all down because that's the only way to capture the moment in my life that I'm probably going to miss when I take the next step. I made that mistake once I'm not going to again. :-)