Physics..homework

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clarity

for granted

Today..was..good.

I was late to Art class today. It was my first day of class and I couldn't find the room. I walked in late. My teacher was so sweet though. She brought her poodle and had us interview the people who sat around us. When she found out that I was coordinating a huge production, she told me that there was a part of the building that had linoleum floors that a local Hip Hop group usually practices on. The area was somewhere upstairs between the two galleries that students displayed their work. After the class, I went searching for it. I ran into one of my classmates that I recognized from high school who seemed to be familiar with the area. She took me to the galleries but warned that they may be locked. I reassured her that it wouldn't be a problem since all I wanted to do was use up the area that had the linoleum base. When we walked passed the two galleries, I saw a man in the corner.

He was in a wheelchair.

It seemed as if he were reaching for something but I was afraid that he looked back at me with thoughts of me glancing at him for too long. So I smiled and looked away.

On the way out, I noticed that he had taken out a retainer out of his mouth. It had a long clear stick attached to the front. His arms and hands were small; fore arms...too. I noticed a bundle of papers that seemed to have wedged itself between the wheels and the desk. The moment he removed the gadget from his mouth, I walked over and said "Do you need help?" but before he could answer, I did it anyway. I reorganized the papers onto the keyboard of the laptop he had propped open in front of him.

I was taken back. Here I am. I normal, functioning girl. There he was. As he is. It was...so. Not that it was weird...or strange. But that moment was almost indescribable. I didn't know what to think. How to feel. Or what to say. I walked away with my classmate as he looked up at me and said thank you. I can't remember what I said. All I can remember was that moment.

Breakfast at d'Sound

Audrey Hepburn by IMDSound

My favorite artist IMDSound paints the captivating Hepburn.
http://imdsound.deviantart.com/

fuel is running low

Air Traffic Control by Louis XIV

The only thing I miss about Myspace was the option to feature music on your profile.

"Manny" Women FIGHT

        As some may know, Manny Pacquiao unfortunately lost to winner: Juan Manuel Marquez and was knocked unconscious in the final round. Someone on Youtube had commented that it really pissed him off seeing Manny's wife, Jinkee Pacquiao, crying over her husband who had been knocked out cold and that she probably doesn't cry when her husband does the same to his other opponets such as Hatton. I replied to this user telling him not assume one's reaction. I told him, on behalf of many Filipinos, the condition of Hatton laying unconscious  on the mat, scared us all. I said that we of course cheer on the winner, but not necessarily the one who is defeated. Having someone lying still on the boxing ring, doesn't necessarily make our day. It concerns supporters of both sides.

Shortly after, someone had responded:

Moose Head: "Nice of you to say that...this is why women stay home during wars...lol...Pac is gonna be fine..."

>>In response to your comment on the reply I made to Pacquiao's condition:

What do you mean, "This is why women stay home during war?" What is that suppose to mean? How can you give such a false statement? Did you not know that there are several women today who are enlisted in the Armed Forces, who fight alongside men everyday? Who risk their lives and are put up to the same standards as male counterparts. Anti-Feminism thoughts such as yours have obviously been tainted.

Do not let history confuse you "Moose Head", Pre-Colonial Philippines put Filipina women into equal power as Filipino men. They held the same responsibilities as the other warrior tribal chieftains. Gabriela Silang, was in fact, a Filipina WOMAN who LEAD many revolts against the Spaniards and rallied thousands of warriors in leading the Philippines to independence. Women EVERYWHERE today continue to lead their own families in fighting spirit.

So please, next time you accuse women of "staying home during the war", look into your own history and question why women are so belittled. The answer will have a lot to do with imperial and colonial mentality such as your own.

It surprises me that there are still people, such as yourself, who do not regard (Filipina and Non-Filipina) women as STRONG AND POWERFUL. Take it from me: WE ARE STRONG. WE FIGHT SO MANY DAILY STRUGGLES, MORE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE. Everyday is a war, everyday is a fight, and it is because we have to overcome obstacles and people such as yourself, who continue to look down upon women.

Sir, we do not stay home. We FIGHT.

turn back the araw

The other day, I found out that my Dad went to the doctors last month because he complained that it has been hard for him to walk on the foot that he got surgery on years ago.

The other morning before my exam, I had the chance to eat breakfast with my parents for the first time in months. Something I rarely get to do. My Mom made fun of the way my Dad combed his hair as we ate pandesal and I noticed that my Dad's incredible WillSmithNonAgingPowers didn't stop his head from starting to bald. I never really noticed until now.

Today, both my parents checked into a clinic after being food poisoned from last night and now they're in bed holding on to their stomachs. They're hourly visits to the bathroom of hearing them vomit...it's hard to concentrate. It pains me to see my parents in pain and to realize they are getting older. 

It hurts that I am always at school and never at home these days. I try and do my best to make time for friends, loved ones, even family. It feels like I never have time to spend time...I guess I'm finding it hard to balance all my priorities a midst planning a school production, studying for exams, writing weekly papers and essays. This semester is demanding so much of me. So much of my time. I wish I can click pause. 

I realized that time shows no mercy and that it will stop for no one. It will keep going no matter what...

but I forget. I forget to do the laundry, to vacuum, to cook rice. I forget that I'm getting older, and so are my parents. I forget that the time I should be spending, should be with the ones whom I love most. But time does not permit me. Because I have already been drafted to allocate my time somewhere else. I see posts of people going out, hanging out. Watching movies on Sunday nights. Having more than one day to study for a test. I wish I can get a head start; time is just never on my side though.

If anything, I wish it could rewind itself and replay the best memories, over and over again. Turn back time. Change nothing that'll effect the future. Just indulge in the moments where I was so carefree. My parents so young. No exams to study for late night, early morning. I wish I can click pause. Just for a second to take a breath. To take a step back.

I feel like I'm running out of time these days. Do you?